written and erased

hundreds of words forgotten

the oceans tide beats on my back

laid out on the sun the kids called me a starfish

i have written lines in the sand

so they exist for a moment

a poem or a song i carry with me

now surfing on the waves- free

i can see them smiling

i have kept them in cages with no windows for years

i needed to take them out for a walk

before work in the morning

spent two on a dime

not drugs not women

two dollars on a dime

it was lucky

linked with a chain and we share birthdays

and the other day

it went on an adventure

got some tacos

found love

wrote a poem

lost love

found love again

got more tacos

went bowling

tried the new italian place on creek because you heard it was the best spot in the city

saw a play

kiss goodnight

and came back to me

with a story

a story of effort when the jug was less than half full

more than half silenced by a laugh

i will be laughed at for losing a dollar eighty

but will tell our stories our way

falling is the only way

to know there is a bottom

the stairs up are narrow

slippery and cracked

and the fall down will hurt

to the point you will believe every bone is broken

but we will still climb

we can see the light

we can still climb tonight

we can see the light