Feelings of nostalgia slide down my throat with the creamer.
Hot and burning,
but love reigns my taste buds.
Dry, mountain air and
long drives to short places.
Let’s have a chat,
Catch up and share our lives since we’ve grown up.
Disbelief is written in our eyes as we count life’s adventures.
Who knew we’d go from watching sunsets on the barn to staring at a starless sky through strange windshields?
Country music and dirt roads
run through my vessels,
stringing together the elapsed with the contemporary.
Change was inescapable,
but why escape the prosperity we’ve run into?
On the yellow line, I’ll lie with what’s ahead
and drink in life until I’m too full of experience to stand.
I’ll find my way home by the smell of the mountain rain, and once again we’ll revive in good company.