good friday
good friday
the cool crimson evening
crawls through the window
reaching for the bottle
between the limes and the salt
shot glasses
leave short shadows
angled away to the right
on the radio
van morrison is overcome
thinking about a brown eyed girl
outside
the ozark sunset
holds back the night
the tequila
tastes
like summer
~ welker ~
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