McCarthy-ism

McCarthy,

You are a wild haired child, pocketknife beaming, that has taken me by my heartstrings and carved life into my tree rings. Hours down the road, where the sidewalk ends and the one way plane ticket escape artists rest their legs, In your midnight sun and whiskey stained shirt pockets, You've let me feel strong, Reminded of my smallness, And just for a moment, Gifted me a piece of home.

Until next time, All you tall tales and crooked hearts, Live your adventures fiercely, Watch the stars and chase the wind. And wherever this winter finds you, Do the things, Have the fun, Feel the love.

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