Nick CouryWhen 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