Next To The Purple Wood


To the liquor store we went.
The lightest of blues and yellows mingled.
in the sky casting its purple hue.
The atmosphere mingling all fall colors.
With that purple ethereal nostalgia, a road traveled often.
I lost my purpose for the trip.
Like a soldier forgetting the mission.
Dad listened to music about pimps.
I did to, it hung in my brain.
Next to the image of the purple wood.

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