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[howiwishiwasnt]

43 summit
intense and satisfying
the picture with the aviators
and saturdays on haight street
scratchy throats because
the universe is too much to contemplate
while old guitars sing songs
written long before our bodies were born
but at the same time as our souls
adventures to cascade
hot days when 3 wells quenched our thirst for cold
nag champa burning on the deck
and suzy speaking warm words of wisdom
while pasta cooks on a broken stove
brownie batter dripping off warm fingers
laughter bursting through smiles
so strong the snare on the drum kit beats steadily
a rhythm of happiness