Poem,  Sketch

Mystic and Van

They are no longer the pull

New you and song

That remind me of those

Long ago mentors professing

Simple man like Skynyrd


You there with Blue grassier

Tones of truth, more humble, unperfected 

But also not refuting

Complexities that have
 
US right here

View points point more like color shades

Less like flags we wave


Wood working, knots of gratitude

Brothers with different mothers

And this repeated mantra
 of being Lucky.


We will dance to Van

Sing along on the drive

Knowing attitude change

When we arrive
			
(When we begin)

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