Friday, May 23, 2014

Fifth Summer In Eugene

About a woman I know who probably has the purest heart in the world...

Fifth Summer in Eugene

Jesus runs the car wash
Buddha juggles fire
Dad's in Wyoming
Loving me

Boy stands me up and I wanna cry
Child makes pancakes and I smile through tears
Ride on home on a tangerine bike
In a flowy skirt by the river

Armchair on the roof
Tribe is hugging me
Beers on the patio
In the shade with kind old man

Jesus is a bouncer
Buddha hits on me
Grass smells like sleep
In the fading summer sun, I am twelve

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