talking in hushed tones about all the thingsMature

We smoke joints on the steps of a church,
talking in hushed tones about all the things
that are so much bigger than us - steeples,
Red Wood trees, the California coastline,
your father’s laugh and your mother’s heart,
the sun and the moon and how strange it is
that all of these things fit in our palms
if the perspective is just right.

The End

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