It's a Fourth of July in berrien springs
what did we do last year?
I write and future ghosts sit
Drinking the sun watching youths.
The elderly merge
And now we are life.
How Serious This Moment Is
how serious is this moment?
A sun kissed girl walks past me slowly
Bleached stare asking if I know
The meaning of life is written on the forhead
Midnight in a dream.
Wondering about all the seriousness
It's all about the serious moments
The tree shading you
The breeze, cooling your back
What's next?
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