August 18th, 2007
Vertigo
this air is familiar.
I’ve been here before;
the clouds, the temperature,
the unwashed feel of my sleeping bag tousled on the bed,
the movie, the music,
the fingerprints on a mostly drunk glass.
this was any number of days nine years ago, end of summer.
today, once more for the past
and the people who made those days for me.
here’s to drinking in the summer.
here’s to us.
