dusty road, hot wet heat <br />crunch of tires, shade of trees <br />ticket stub, erect the tent <br />crack two beers, make a friend <br />setting sun, sound check squeal <br />crowd in close, toe to heel <br />voices carry, night rolls in <br />bodies move, sway and spin <br />cameras flash, fuses blow <br />no one cares, moonshine flows <br />favorite songs, broken strings <br />rosy cheeks, throats that sting <br />one more song, encore please <br />one last note, finally breathe <br />stumble back, bum a smoke <br />share a smile, tell a joke <br />arm in arm, feeling bold <br />find our way by moonlight’s glow <br />tent zippers hum, sleep rolls in <br />we murmur softly: “next year again? ”<br /><br />hollie ash<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/festival-2/
