He is the flickering street light during spring

He is the sound of an untuned guitar

He is the old mall downtown

He is the fraying flannel from my father’s childhood

He is the smell of crisp nighttime air during autumn

He is the sapphire blue sky during June

He is the dark orange flower my grandma grows

He is the rusted ‘72 ford 250 that I eye while driving down the highway

He is the abandoned trailer I played in as a child

He is Mi Amor

Mi Amor

He is sneaking out to a house I’ve never been to at 2 am in June 

He is the old tires sitting on the bike trail

He is the park from my childhood

He is the dusky look the sky gives you before it fully relinquishes its space to the moon and stars

He is the spruce tree that grew big and tall

He is a newly hatched turtle buried in the sand

He is the golden wheat field you see in your dreams

He is the energetic beagle you see running through your neighborhood

He is the calming sound of crickets chirping and birds singing in the morning.

He is Mi Amor