the breeze is just enough to keep
the bugs
away watching the pool shrink
and a shirt
will take on a life of it's own
Joe Hanson
even though it isn't his last name
it's where
he's from so it's the name
he gets he
says it's going to be a cold winter
and I said
to Joe “it's fucking August, one month
at a time
please.”
the breeze
isn't going to be enough to keep
the muggy
air from hanging overhead
until the
sun rises again
next
morning new refreshed
day off
doing some paint work
together we
can do whatever
we need to
do and then some
the breeze
sings me to sleep
in your
arms tonight
and every
one to come
on schedule
to wake the next morning
touching
your face
as we fall
asleep tonight until
it becomes
daylight again
but this
breeze blown silence
is getting
louder still
as the
night wears on
the breeze
blows beautiful...
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