Two head to the edge of tree line
top of the world or at least
New Mexico where it meets
Colorado and the mountains all
have names like "Baldy" and
one ghost town merely timbers now
once housed fourteen saloons
one dance hall, and the red rivers
ran with slivers of gold
The sky was just this blue
The town was called "Midnight"
We edge toward breathlessness
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