In This I Believe

I believe in the north star, loud guitars, microphones that don’t feedback, a dependable jukebox in a dive bar, honeysuckle, lightning bugs, the cosmic slot machine rolling three bright moons in three nights.

I believe in courage whose age is spelled out in the wizened lines around its third eye, allegories of passion burning lovers’ hearts to honey, not ash.

I believe in the sound of rain on roofs, songbirds as musical as dive bar jukeboxes, the joy running through my daughter’s body like electricity as she dances, and dreams which survive in a world that would rather pummel than protect them.

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