July 29, 2009
By evanp GOLD, San Diego, California
evanp GOLD, San Diego, California
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we drove through the night
and made it into San Francisco
just as the sun began to unroll
its bed-sheet onto the damp city

we let the cold air fill our dry lungs
and our feet finally touched the ground

we had been floating;
I’d never been so happy in my life
as I was when I saw you fall asleep
soundly on the blanket I got you for your birthday

we can lay that blanket out anywhere
and drift on the morning sun

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