Poem 5

Summer of ‘19 The sound of the waves healing my soul The sand caresses my skin Death taking any kind of hope away But that was just before coming face to face with you And your particular and hopeful vision of a runaway American Dream You brought glorious technicolor to my life A life all covered in grey Cause that’s what friends do Feeling nothing but amazement while reading every line in that little notebook Only means of access to the deepest part of your complex mind You taught me how it feels to live like a Rolling Stone Keep wondering how to make it count The answer is still blowing in the wind Free, ambitious, intellectual minds Hungry hearts can’t be stopped by anyone But somehow baby we were born to run