Sunday, April 20, 2014


All the shades of green
On the highway
From the trees
Eating apples on the beach
And spitting out the seeds
It’s sunny, winter weather
On days like these
You never want to leave this place alone

I’ll admit, I’ve become quite taken by you

I have sat here
In the middle of the day
And the middle of the night
In the middle of my life
Some hundred months young

But Peter, your inside hasn’t changed
And your heart remains the same
That alone
I take for granted
Even at your worst
I know first hand your true
So I’m leaving you with no
notches on my bedpost

And when I return home, Peter,
I know
Your waves will take me in
And my absent, harrowed heart
Will be found again

Even if I missed the sunset

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