Tailgates and storms

It’s been a quiet night sitting on the tailgate

Watching stars disappear between two storms

As the road behind us turns to red earth mud

We sit here blanket and tarp waiting for the rain

While a free sea writes her song in volumes

And the sheoaks sing their tunes on here

Another faux lit night in a summer passing

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