517. mom + dad

a kaleidoscope weekend

of eye patches on the swing,

straight hair and skinny jeans,

memories of the little things.

a hurricane of haphazard dreams,

stumbling mistakes, sharp tongues,

and mostly good intentions

tearing through new cities.

a never-ending standing ovation

of deeply calloused hands,

and cells that will never tire

for their brown-eyed wildfire.

we harden our hearts

to get up for the let down

and soften our souls

for the sun on our skin.

these days are as long

as they are quick to escape.