rough and ready

ready for the night and dawn
on an occasion of this season of our lives
unless it was not meant to be
getting a needless “one more” speech
having the grasp of this moment in history
after the day has made different people of us
now that it is the meaning behind our discontent
do commence the final long walk up that hill
reading into every little aspect tonight
equal to our joining together like a christmas storm meeting sun
answer to this moving weather
doing this in our blood and in our soul
your hand in mine as we jump

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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