See The Waves

I’m sitting on the porch in the evening
Seeing the set to the west, wet lightly
As it rolls in
My feet are scratched with sand and
Rainbow glass, yellow brown grass
It’s past dinner
Time, I’ve drank wine with the breeze
Beneath the singing moonshine that
Strings over
The bright room, now lit with itself as
The inside draped in through a song
It belongs
Under ceiling fans and empty glasses
When its just enough to dream waves
Of blue agave

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