Minus The Bear This Ain't A Surfin' Movie
When I turned the page
The corner bent into a perfect dog-ear,
as if the words knew I’d need them again,
but at that time I couldn’t see it.
I would read that page everyday for the next year.
She sang a short tune.
And I came from her soft touch and slept.
We sat on a shoreline watching wind scalp the white off the waves.
Sitting on a shoreline, and if I could do it, I’d dog-ear this page.
We spoke about growing old and filling the future’s empty stage.
I hope the weather holds,
but you don’t need the sun to make you shine.
These island towns don’t care for city folk,
but I think we can starve the city from our minds.
I know we won’t want for much,
It’s just me and you and a bed and a shoreline.
