Interlude#2

As I was on the trail of Lewis and Clark the other day I passed through Walla Walla, which sparked this set of feelings:

90 degrees in Walla Walla was miserable.
Having visited before, it wasn’t miserable then;
   when I closed my arms, a body was there.
   if hot, not noticeable.
   some wine.
   cute hotel.

That isn’t Walla Walla on this day;
   hot.
   the wine, still there.
   the hotel, still there.
   when I close my arms, just air.

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