By the side of the river we began to unwind
as we pulled at threads throughout the night
and tearing down shibboleths
we ignited the silence with our backyard science
and explored the cosmos with beer in hand.
“Become who you are” he told me once,
“There are no guarantees.”
Every limb was a story or a shopping list
twisted missives composed in faded ink
we spent another day dissecting lyrics
reading signs buried between the lines
in the simplest conversation.
Our shared delusions drove us to the edge
and our hidden truths reunited us again
down by the water’s end
unsteady, drunk with bubbling joy
“Mi casa es su casa” he said,
“Stay as long as you need”.