25: Summer Evening Burn
it always had this magic that sparked
carried in on a warm wind suggesting
an ocean was just on the other side
of a dark hill rising out of the hot earth
the sky always became some noisy
that I couldn't blame all those people
who wanted to leave this place
and never come back
I knew with my education and fate
my anchor would always be here
moored on this blue little planet
among a sea of void and cold
but I'd still stand
bathed in that
sodium vapor gas orange
dreaming of out there
and right here
with now, tomorrow, yesterday
all converging on a paved road
where nothing happened
while laying on my back
knowing nothing
was to ever happen
and happened
all at the same instance
I can still feel my bones
vibrating aftershocks