I guess, really,
stuck isn’t how I would have
ever described it. Because
we were kids with our friends
when we went on our first voyages
in the car and then
we meant everything to other people
but even then
the sky would look purple over
nuclear plant when we came back
to town
and I always told you that even the sunset
could tell your favorite color
and the chemicals in the clouds
had nothing to do with me
noticing
the reflection in your eyes
looked like the earth if the green was
brown and the ocean
loved you like the sky. But
then we only meant everything to other people…
…we talked and the orange that lines
the hazel in my eyes turned more and more gold. But then we meant only everyone only to only other people.
So it wasn’t not nothing
when the wind whipped
through the window down 113 to 63
We didn’t know we’d buy out first home there
Down a nowhere street where
The creeks around flood all but this road liken you never seen before
Like the sky met the ocean for the first time and said, “let them live every day over their head”