The summer came early. Sideways comments, electronic messages with electronic tone, personal fear, public obsession. I guess we’re both awkward. I wake up and hear music from decades ago. Red dragon, green dragon white dragon, BAM. I hear the the message but the message isn’t clear. Can you ever enter the same river feeling twice? Unknown expectations, place them in a box out back. Bell rings the waste waits. We just went downriver, we just climbed that tree, we just had a party for you, it really wasn’t that long ago. Lists made on the back of security envelopes, lists made on your phone, lists made on an award from last year when you tried, lists made on the back of coupons you need to use. $55.99 There is a book you haven’t read yet, about a topic you understand better than anyone, about the memories that we forgot to take pictures of. Feel the ephemeral. Feel ephemeral. Fill in Em, or Will. The bride held a cannon, we held the whiskey, the turtle held a tone. PAUSE, never mind. Sweet lilac, Stellar memories. Save the taco menu in your overalls, get lost in Montgomery, change the tone of your voice. Pure color, social, emotion, cheap boxes, lists of things that happened, expressed or not, said or not, true or not, this is the last few years.
