Seated on an edge of a dumped highway.

Feat swinging, above an evening’s ocean,

staring southwest, waiting for the sunset,

expecting a sight of likes I’d never known.

How long’s it gonna last was all I’d asked,

was all I could think as I was spoiling that

moment and knowing that I was and I did

–nothing new. No worries. No regrets. No.

Just content, just mindful. Just admission.

How long’s it gonna last. I sucked on a cig.