"everything i’ve ever let go of had claw marks on it."

Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags, 

I've come to know that memories

Were the best things you ever had

The summer shone beat down on bony backs

So far from home where the ocean stood 

Down dust and pine cone tracks



We slept like dogs down by the fire side

Awoke to the fog where all around us 

The bloom of summertime



We stood

Steady as the stars in the woods

So happy-hearted

And the warmth rang true inside these bones

As the old pine fell we sang

Just to bless the morning.