Tuesday, September 21, 2010

If it's the beaches--

If it's the beach's sands you want?
Then you will have them.
If it's the mountain's bending rivers?
Then you will have them.
If it's the wish to run away?
Then I will grant it.
Take whatever you think of
While I go gas up the truck.
We will pack the old letters up--
We will read them when we forget why we left here.

[[the avett brothers.]]

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