country songs


I miss your sunshine and humidity. i miss the damp, sweet smell of fiesta litter in the downtown streets of San Antonio and the shallow waters of Yanaguana. i imagine myself drifting away on a cloud of bluejay feathers, down stream while the cicadas compose a sweet, summer symphony. i want to bite into a soil grown pecan while the bells of the paleta man grow, then fade into the distance. i want to sweat from the heat of the sun. till my body is baked a golden brown. i want to clamor on the hays street bridge that overlooks the city and watch the sky fade from mid-day to a dusty pink.

the city that haunts me is also the city that knows me. 


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