FORSYTH
Moving at incredible speeds
across a body of water
the wind seems to guide you
though you’re actually passing air
and without consciously raising your hand
you meet someone you love in a high
five and that touch is stepped there
like an orange stain on a white shirt
The outskirts of town troll
by on what can only be sound
and vision condensed into that reverie
the future longs for
I take a tour about the country
and hardly anybody notices me
though there they know everyone
buying beer and cigarettes at the store
One thing substituted for another
and I’m drying off from a swim
at sunset till the engine hops off again
Moving at incredible speeds
across a body of water
the wind seems to guide you
though you’re actually passing air
and without consciously raising your hand
you meet someone you love in a high
five and that touch is stepped there
like an orange stain on a white shirt
The outskirts of town troll
by on what can only be sound
and vision condensed into that reverie
the future longs for
I take a tour about the country
and hardly anybody notices me
though there they know everyone
buying beer and cigarettes at the store
One thing substituted for another
and I’m drying off from a swim
at sunset till the engine hops off again
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