Friends
around the firebowl
sitting with the neighbors upstairs
drinking their homemade wine
and 12-year scotch.
Working
every day, twice a day, twelve hours
come home with cash
in my pocket,
late summer wind in my hair.
Driving
it's 4am and I am riding
shotgun, feet up, laughing
car packed with my party dress
and dress blues.
Life
is busy, hectic, one job to the next
to home,
bed at midnight and up
again at 6.
Running
drawing
planning
scheming
The world is wide open
and oh so full.
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