A couple of days away,
No writing,
No working,
No worrying,
Just hanging,
Taking in the family life,
Reconnecting with my other brother,
Chilling in the November summer sun.

Funny how the stories are always better,
How hunters are still hunting,
How the names stay the same, but the faces change
Dreams remain dreams
Spoiled only by reunions and the reality
That only time is undefeated and
We’re all losers in that game.

I miss the smell of hay,
A review of the high school rap sheet,
The opportunity to go fishing,
The jumpstart hooking a big one brings to a soul,
That’s what a couple of days away can bring
Restorative runs on the trails
Banging enchiladas, and a little
Home cookin’.

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