Oh sunset! You are worth a tired day
of mudwater salt creek travels
I am worth this and leaps and bounds.
two is a magic number - two old rugs abandoned by the trash pick up
two girls smoking by the door
two paths in the dirt to choose as a dirty brown wanderer
I am wearing a sweater now even though I don't have to, space cadet blue
and finally clean. I want to go to bed early and forget bird chirps,
just for tonight.
I read Blankets tangled up in my own like lions' manes. I will growl soft in the dark.
Thankful is mainly what i am, because my friends are jewels
and loud as hope - growing up scraggly and wild as weeds.
their flighty white dreams sprout all over me.
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