Labor Day weekend away at a cabin in the middle of near-nowhere with M inspired these little ditties. Just thinking of it makes me feel small and awe-filled of how beautiful trees can be and how quiet can be the best music of all sometimes. Hokey? YEAH. But it was really that nice.
somewhere inside me
a little piece is missing
left at the cabin
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whirlwind slips away
as the waves wash over the rocks
good-bye to summer
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little red cabin
plopped down in-between birch trees
don’t want to go home
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quiet except for
the crickets and the water
near sleep, holding hands
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crazy messy hair
wild over the pillows
hard not to kiss him
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sitting on the dock
neighbor’s fireworks make up
for missing the 4th
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holding his stomach,
“it must be all the bacon.”
one pound in three days
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the quiet squeaks when
his hand moves, quick, down the neck
perfect imperfection
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rain beating the roof
awoken by the thunder
i reached for your hand
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