SEVENTEEN

small country, steady ground everything works, nothing loud same streets every afternoon same grey turning into June kitchen light at 6 p.m. headlines playing on the screen everyone already knows where they’re supposed to go there’s a song under the noise doesn’t fit in careful choices beats against the quiet days wants to drift away windows open, summer air voices echo everywhere and suddenly the world feels wide just stepping outside by the water it gets easier to breathe like the future isn’t chasing me blue water in the sunlight jumping in, no overthinking soda cans on warm concrete cold hands, hearts beating blue water in the sunlight stay here, don’t rewind it nothing else, just this night we don’t need to define it pool tiles warm under bare feet someone playing old indie beats wet hair dripping on a towel laughing like we figured it out no one talking ’bout careers or where we’ll be in a few years just watching daylight turn pink saying less than we think the town still looks the same quiet houses, tidy lanes but it feels smaller from here near the water sun still hanging no one leaving time moving slow for no reason blue water in the sunlight jumping in, no overthinking soda cans on warm concrete cold hands, hearts beating blue water in the sunlight hold on, don’t let it slip nothing else, just this just this music sitting in the chest steady like a second breath not loud, not dramatic just there maybe everything stays small maybe nothing really changes but nights like this feel spacious blue water in the sunlight diving in like we belong soda cans on warm concrete singing to the wrong song blue water in the sunlight no lines, no limits no weight on our shoulders just being seventeen