Thoughts for the Morrow

by Joseph Stanley

handful of sand, throw it in the sky

dust your feet, forget to tighten your tie

point yourself out, leave behind all doubt

call hannah on the phone, “do you wanna hangout?”

it is only 37 miles to salt lake city

You could acquire a knife and stab accountability

we have no money and we have no allies

just look at the glowing temple lights and get mesmerized

gas station blues, Your nose is in my eye

this climate forces me to make my own fireflies

neck against the swings, i’m praying for the perks

of the hard work i’ve done to never become a jerk

for i loved getting lost on a 65 mph highway

with You by my side on such a floral friday