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.