Have you ever looked at the stars?
Looked into the midnight sky?
I have
With a Pacifico between my legs and a camel hanging out my mouth
On a tar paper roof, still warm from the days sun
Just sitting, listing
Listing to the quietness that says night
No song bird’s, just bugs and crickets, and bull frogs
Slowly loosing the everyday battle for warmth to the night’s air.
I don’t light my camel just let it sit there
Rolling it between my lips, back and forth
Looking at the twinkling stars, the orb that is the silver moon
Leaning back and laying flat on the slanted roof I look up
The stars wink back at me, but they look cold and far away
Taking a swig from the beer every now and then in the dark night
I begin traveling to a far off place, a little closer to the stars
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Submission Name: On A Roof
