Poem # 2: You Are


You are…

Santa red and Hawaiian Tropics.

On a pastel summer’s day.

The grin on a dog riding the waves of wind.

Two left feet on a summit’s retreat.

You are…

Home, when all hope is gone.

The 3rd and the 4th time I play my favorite song.

A distant memory that I walk to again, and, again.

The vision of simplicity from holding a hand.

Cars of banana yellow.


my giving in…

Instead of selling out.

You are…

Beef jerky and chewing gum.

Routine in chaos.

Mayhem in a road filtered with frost.

A safe place to go when feeling sorry.

The morals to my fabled story.


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