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
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