Miles and faces
all the good people
gators and good friends
times like these
worth a million words.
Every corner
holding surprise
every sunset
gold in your eyes.
Making music
reading aloud
like I've gone to heaven
like I've already died.
You already know
we had a damn good time
a better one
would be hard to find.
All the miles
in Louisiana's red dust
all the bridges
of the deep south
all that mud coloured water
washing beneath
Lucinda
the dream machine
she brings us back to ourselves.
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