I can’t shake
the days that we made those waves
even as the tides settle,
will splash and will sit there and wait.
The moon will shine and the dust will settle-
in the lull will feel full
sick and tired spinning like wool
waiting-
is this the end? tired on the beach listening to Gamb
is this 3005? picnic and the tides still settle-
but not me, waving arms like gym class
heroes will be up late
making their own waves.
I can’t shake this feeling that first wave
was only the beginning- and the big one is coming.
🦋 Great piece.
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