Yes, it’s good.
You should try it.
And with that,
He held a matchstick
Lit a candle in remembrance
Took my hand
A brother or son
And we sang of sailor
of a dancer in the war
In a field of dreams
It’s good to be alive
said the catcher in the chair
someday
we will all be fine
we will make it simple
we will take our time
I said thanks
Then I left him
Walked to my father
he said “don’t come yet”
I shrugged my forehead
As he was fading
In my first apartment
On Dunsmuir Ave
I woke in the beam
of the 6 a.m. sun
in Los Feliz
Confused, I felt good
Took another breath in silence
someday
we will all be fine
we will make it simple
we will take our time
the laughter and forgetting is in every line of music
squeezed to type
let’s let go
