Empty beer bottles.
Blue Tees, and that friday
Beach side walk,
I could feel the force of those dark clouds,
Above me, they they hurling,
I hear that small burst,
Here I was and it’s different now.
It’s okay, I feel the vibration in the shells,
The roar, the golden sound,
Like always she is with me, Adaline.
The sense of shock between our skin,
It’s paralyzing, we smile with that numbness,