by Kellie Brown
Someone once told me that love is a circle without ending,
Never narrow,
It’s always bending.
So cheers to tumultuous relationships and instantaneous friendships,
To dangerous crimson plaid prints and mellifluous crews out in the midst,
To rocks with dancing woodland creatures and subscribers a design watching late night features,
To superlative super natives and crafty ratty semi-sadists,
To all the enticing enigmas and calloused hands,
To the bright knuckleheads and the so clearly dirty worshipers,
To the cocksure blonde and the superimposed tripper,
All of you will sway in a hammock
Roped to my heart
With every whisper
I cast from the East Coast.
