we sat all the way back
listening to me drip out
pain while the fat grey
cloud banks threatened
our feet jouncing on the
birthday
booty and the windows wound up
tight with love the steel glass
bubble your hand from the back
seat
holding on my shoulder
as a son holds his mother today
all we remember is the beach
Aaawww Kerri- what a beauty. Love that ending with the son holding his mother and memories of the beach echoing. Pefecto!
ReplyDeleteThanks K. It was a toughie. x
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