Keystone

Old, untied moccasins
tap against the dashboard.
A shiver draws attention
to the everchanging skies.
Mixed CD's
in your momma's car,
Tom Petty lyrics
being screamed to the wind.
Winter nights and summer mornings
Books and blankets
The smell of rotted wood
being etched by the fire
This is how it was
This is how it should've always been.