somehow still light outside
with only natural light
inching closer to the longest
day of the year sure to be outside
that night and should start a fire
if the wind wasn't so strong
and unpredictable tonight
the ring of stones is too low
and couldn't contains the flames
maybe a sunrise fire is in order
finally able to concentrate on what
all of this might be
this constant unloading of thoughts
each day the silent streets
before dawn drive to work
and quite the opposite eight hours later
a shorter route takes more time
so many on the road
everyone with their own schedule
story and shit to sift through
still hope to get up early
for myself tomorrow
before the sun moves overhead
through the trees or early enough
still like to take the drive down
to the edge where
the water comes to the sand...
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