Interwoven Dreams

The guitar case bears the sacred marks from where you’ve been
Not too far but you’ve got the scars
The stars at night still grin
You look out yonder and see bright green
Deep in the swamps of mud memory
That one summers eve,
outside New Orleans
long before Yosemite
and the mighty Sequoia trees
a collage of flashbacks
interwoven in dreams






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