We close our eyes.

There is a field that I will never see in the Northwest.

And a narrow avenue in Europe.

I live here away from the ocean as well. I tend to my PTSD

and Diabetes and am responsible.

And I am happy. I was never sure what was worse,

the ending of another day… or the beginning of a new one.

And as the days now come with a higher price,

I wonder where tomorrow is. I pick up the guitar

and I close my eyes.