There was this girl

Sojourn Poetry

The old man walked towards the motorcycle
and asked, “Where you from? Where you going?”

“I’m from Ohio, and headed to Colorado?
Where you from?”

“I’m headed home to Oklahoma City.”

“But, you’re wearing a Nebraska Corn Huskers t-shirt.”

“Ah, well, I’m originally from Nebraska,
but I met this girl in Oklahoma.”

I’m not sure what brought that smile to his face,
talking about the motorcycle, or that girl in Oklahoma.


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