We collect junk in our lives. I cannot afford to clutter my mind with it.
memories of dandelion fields
rolling hills and street signs
little league baseball stands
and concession stand hot dogs
these are the things i will miss about this time of year.
my hope rises each day with the air temperature
my mind speeds up like the new found abundance of insects
i take my guitar out of its case because it too wants to see the sun.
now i run through fields with dogs i dont know,
i drive along winding 2 lane highways with my sunroof open,
i scream the lyrics to "semi-charmed life",
and i reflect on the past and love the future.
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