And be in the small town life
Have a house just a couple of streets over
From the cornfields or maybe the gully
Yet hear the traffic from the main drag
From my open window
On one of those summer evenings
Hearing life bloom in its simple ways.
I want to be in a small town forever
And cry with joy in their church
Secure in the knowledge that Jesus could love
A wretch like me
And drink coffee and play cards like I really mean it.
I want to die in a small town
And be buried in a stone walled cemetery
Where kids sneak off to after sunset
Sitting upon my gravestone as they hash out their plans of escape
My decomposing body fertilizing their love
The last gasps of twilight promising a dawn
Just the same
As the one that came yesterday.
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