loose threads

a smattering of things

  • You are a rugged coast and glacial scars,
    I am red dirt and tornadoes.
    Was your childhood as wild and unsupervised as mine?
    Do you look back on all the times
    you could’ve died and wonder
    what angels saved you that day?

    -rjm
  • when I look up
    are you also looking up
    and do you wish I was there, too?
    
    -rjm