Ashbury With Us. Poem by Luke Curcio

At Ashbury with you.

More than me and you, but us.

God let the Sun out that day. He made the grains in the sand upon witch we stood that day.

You picked up the rocks from the ocean that day.

Store and kept them safe.

On your night stand they lay.

Nothing negative touched us.

Wrapped in a blanket of perfect that my heart does not deserve.

Yes, some error did persist.

I still love you.

You still love me.

We still love.