@lines  RANDI BOMAR

He said, “Will you?”
She said, “Yes.”
It had nothing to do
with love.
She was still numb
that October evening.
Three dollars in her purse.
The offer stood.
Leave now. Pack nothing.
A dozen reasons not to.
Albuquerque lay
An all-night ride west.
By morning she could be
Working, waiting, wanting,
or watching
800 hot-air balloons
Fill a blue New Mexico sky.
Her life had already gone
upside-down.
He seemed ok, the bike
safe enough.
He was offering her
the Land of Enchantment,
after all.
“Yes,” she said.
“Yes.”
It was the only choice.