An idea turns to light for a house on a hill,
Amidst the good morning marine layer chill.
Maybe I forgot to wake up...
Maybe an optimistic CD had too much to take up
Because there were no clouds today,
But we saw things in a different shade of light
(At a discounted price, six for forty-five).
We toppled over each other in laughter
Like the overlapping harbor waves
On the larger rocks that kept us safe.
With the credit of independence on the back of my head,
I found the value of bad dreams that drifted
Past the Mary without the mirror to look back.
I'm Frankly lucky to swim with the sharks,
They tear through tough skin
And cut straight to the heart.
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