don’t lose track
of the rhythm
we have our own pace
and don’t black out
or take anything
unless it is good soup offered
by a cozy house
on a day you were
followed by every dark cloud in town
but I kept my head up
even though we
have to give it our best shot
to make it to the dark
before a hot bath
and a cold beer
make every star seem right outside
your window
and clear as a bell
and hidden in the corner
is a pretty happy future
like a dog snoring away

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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