COYOTE BLOOD
poetry, art, mistakes, music, love, visions and everything...
Echo Boom
I'll be 37 in October.
While I still feel 25 in my mind.
I can't decide what I want for dinner.
Much less the next twenty years.
Might have to go get my soul.
Out of the ocean.
Winter will never be the same.
But love is real as rachis.
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