Nick Coury

When we have never gone away

The river bends and it strays

To where we lie sad and angry

On the wooden floors

Wanting a colorful encore

She says, welcome back,

He says, yeah it’s been a while,

It’s been a while

But the night is still young,

The sun sets, longs to be gone

The winds blow far out

Past how far we can see

The air we breathed that night,

Invades our lungs in a push, a shoving game

Opening screen doors to sunlight, and

Blooming our lives in houses on the plains

– Nick Coury

Journalism senior

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