Poem of the Day 7/23/19


Bruce sings-
“The screen door slams,
Mary’s dress waves”
In that broken-asphalt voice
And I am gone
Gone to a summer night,
Up a backwoods road,
The taste of salt in the air
 Your scent on my fingers
The docks alight in the distance
And Neptune on the rise
The windows down to keep us cool
Another lost summer night

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