culmination

while i talk
your direction and make as good a try
as i can do just like you don’t see through
after the hard times passed and we
make it to the other side together
across many of a collected cheese, chips,
and forgotten juices, mixers, and loud songs;
as if a hot day and a cold drink when
your thoughts culminate in friends
coming to gaze at the very same table
that we made as all corrected faces
compose themselves as a better year
when we have to forgotten each other
and almost feeling the branches grow
on each other all together all in a row
just go ahead and
put out there
what it is that you know
because we got a whole future getting ready to flow
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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