South of Bijou
Somewhere south of Bijou
they left themselves behind
the car smelt of stale coffee
they didn’t read the signs.
Somewhere north of Chamomile
they went their separate ways
peas split from a pod
buzzards circling the desert sky.
South of Bijou
Stopdraggingthepanda 
buzzards and vultures are birds that can eat carcasses, here its as though they are picking away at the corpse of some relationship. great poem!
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