late

this moment
frozen and taken in
staring at the ceiling
imagining and seeing a blank canvas
with the big thoughts all projecting up
and you’re inside my mind
making a ponderous time so clear
while the air heats up once more
I can sense a burst of energy
in order to arrive home
on time or before that
for walking miles through
the snow so deep it is up to my shins
to meet you for a beer or three
on the weekend of fun and yawns
from too much fun had the night before
with you here
I want even more

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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