Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas
michaelboy

Warm shoulders/dusty knees



leaning against my truck
in a space that is gone
like so many wheatfields
and as many summers


* * *


Our minds pressed and guarded
While our flesh disregarded
The lack of space for the light-hearted
In the boom that beats our drum
~ From: "Accidental Babies", Damien Rice
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