365 Days of Poetry: Day Forty-Seven

row me down the river.
this is what beauty can be.
i see the shadows on the sand.
i see the churning sea.

take me to the Chelsea.
the Campfire awaits.
we’ll strum into the night.
we’ll make up all the waste.

back home i am calling.
stand up, all is clear.
the balance of reality.
helps me learn to heal.