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SUBURBAN DRIVEWAY
Moon in the sky, peering through branches
And I’m standing in the driveway, I’m standing in the driveway
Train horn blowing through the smell of rain
Warmness in the sound, warmness is all around
Sometimes it’s hard to leave
Sometimes it’s time to leave
Dark triangle on dark square with windows
And light in its own spots, light in its own spots
The large cube void, the path to my home
Soft colors mixing into a soft darkness painting
Sometimes it’s hard to leave
Sometimes it’s time to leave
Sometimes i don’t know why i’m leaving
Sometimes I’m ready to leave
WHEN
when the trees start to crack
when the birds start to bloom
when the rivers start to quake
when the sky starts to churn
when the words start to bounce
when the books start to sing
when you look at the whole world
and realize it is something
BEACH
you’re at the beach
dig a hole
take up palmfuls of sand
until those palmfuls are of wet sand
until those palmfuls are of water
until understanding shows itself to you
then swim in it
swim in it
at the beginning of the day
we went swimming.
and at the end of the day…
and at the end of the day…
and at the end of the day…
