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

Poem: Paths That Don’t Lead Home

Home wasn’t calling to me
Whispers of words pulled me
Down old roads where we used to ride
With you by my side under the moonlight
Hands held over the console and signing
Songs by Tom Petty and Springsteen
On repeat as we cruised down to the bay

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