Meet in The Middle

A salted breeze,
high-eighties,
crystal mornings,
and thundering noons-
palm sway beside
the interstate
and restaurants that toe
sand dunes.

I’ll be worlds away from you…

A crisp breeze,
low-fifties,
gray mornings,
and drizzling noons-
pine sway beside
winding highways
and cafes that glow
through the gloom.

So, let’s choose
to meet in the middle
and remember-

A fresh breeze,
mid-sixties,
gold mornings,
and blustery
shadowed noons-
maple sway beside
the parkway
and diners that
twang with tune.

I’ll be worlds away from you.