You tell me you’ve heard the howl of wolves when the lush forest lifts its skirt.
I tell you I have a bottle of highway wine and a guitar that can outplay a death rattle.
You tell me life can sometimes seem as strange as a dandelion on a dog leash.
I tell you I dreamed you into my life with the long end of a wishbone, and with the short end I cleaned my fingernails.
You tell me if you pay close enough attention to the stars in the night sky, you can witness constellations offering instructions on how to escape a burning life.
I say sometimes tears and music sound like the same song to me.
You tell me to grab my guitar, see if we can strum our way to daylight.