Poem: Idle Days on the Patuxent

The rain in Seattle makes me miss the east coast
With summers so hot you melt outside
Those brutal days are worth the warm nights
Where we would drink beer on the hood of your car
Watching the tide roll in lapping at the sand
As we skipped rocks shattering the stars
Passing the time into the early morning hours
Talking about the things we did and would
Before giving way to quieter discourse
About the meaning of life the universe everything
Until the eastern horizon showed its true colors
Threatening the withering heat of another day
And that’s what we returned to another day
Though sitting here in the grey of the rain
It makes me miss those mundane days with you

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