This morning I drove to work in a short sleeve polo with the windows and sunroof open. Nice weather for November 4th.
When I turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog ear
As if the words knew I’d need them again
But at that time I couldn’t see it
I would read that page every day
For the next year
We sat on a shoreline
Watching wind scalp the white off the waves
Sitting on a shoreline
And if i could do it
I’d dog ear this page
We spoke about growing old
And filling the future’s empty stage
I hope the weather holds
But you don’t need the sun to make you shine
These island towns don’t care for city folk
But I think we can starve the city from our minds.
I know we won’t want for much
It’s just you and me and a bed and a shoreline