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venue
i’m standing there,
watching my little brothers’ band play
and really getting into it.
i don’t even care what they’re saying.
it’s just nice that they’re young
and think they’re saying something.

cover
the sun breaks through,
and out come the jerks in sunglasses.

public transportation
a grown man,
his shirt tied around his neck
like a cape,
rides his skateboard
towards a bus
that will take him

one month
you’re wanting me to write you a song
for our one month anniversary,
if we even celebrate it,
and i’ve figured out why.

it’s so when we’re both eighty,
if we live that long,
we can listen to it,
and you can say,

“wow, you were a stupid kid.
you didn’t know how you felt.”

chopper
a helicopter landed on my front lawn this morning.
i got my wife, and we watched from the window.
“what do you think they’re doing?” i asked her.
“not sure. looks like they forgot something.”
“at least they’re blowing the leaves into the neighbors’ yard.”
and then they were gone, just as they came.