summer somewheresomeday sweetheart,More Like This
we'll settle in slow with the tides
and the salt,
letting the ocean in through the
wide open windows.
someday we won't refill the tank
and we'll roll up the drive on fumes
and let it sit;
let the paint peel instead.
it'll all be a watercolor wash of
blue and yellow, and the whispered
will leave my bones.