A TENNESSEE SKY


Tonight I am out under the stars with a short glass and a cigar— the fire has died down to embers and it’s been a hot, dry day but there’s that wet autumn crispness in the air now and the grass is starting to collect dew under my bare feet.

I am looking up into the sky and I can’t remember some of these constalations anymore, but I know the stories if that’s worth as much and I think I could sit out here all night.

-bja


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