You are my safe place
My worn words are best place
My skin-prickling storm place
My bread in the air place
My oh-here-we-go place
My juice in a peach place
My crunch of dry leaves place
My rain on tin roofs place
My cat with the cream place
My un-tell a lie place
My brine in the tears place
My chest out to fear place
My share of a scare place
My reword the past place
My new things to do place
My glimpse of the later place
My there goes my breath place
And let’s go to that place
And come back to my place
And then go to your place
This whole town is our place
Forever is now place

Bryson Thomas