Ocean Blue for You
Future Tripping
Published in
Nov 11, 2020
I put myself in the car
And drive to the ocean
To smell the salt and taste
The nostalgia that evades me
Soon I won’t be a drive away
I’ll be landlocked by farms and
Rolling greens, scorched by the
Sun for half the year
I’ll cry myself to sleep and
Take up a nail-biting habit
And no one will know how
I didn’t see this coming
But like all good humans
I will adjust to the smell of
Cow manure and fried greens
And memories of vast blue days
I’ll rock in a chair on a
Wooden porch filled with
Memories I can feel but not enter
A place that will never be mine
