Peace and Quiet the Poem. I want you to stay. Like the old coins and bread crumbs, I want to find you tucked between my couch cushions when the rain has me so lonely, I go looking for you in the only place I know you’ll be. You are hand knit and fresh brewed. All wool socks and tattoos. You are small town pretty, a lighthouse in an old Texas dust bowl. You are long road rest stop, dark sky and bright stars. You are peace and true quiet, the place I leave my permanence when I feel held down by this life of hiding. You are the body I call home, so when I drive too far to turn back I don’t feel gone, just drifted. You have built entire lives on the idea of running, entire families on the absence of home. Can the open road really hold you like those couch cushions could? Of course it would if you’d let it., of course I would if you’d let me. Quit hiding so hard. Just let it happen like it always will. I want you to stay,
Posted on: Wed, 24 Jul 2013 13:41:51 +0000
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