Finding Houston

Tuning the band
On a cloudy summer night
With flashlight, soda
Best friends
In our makeshift tent
Erected in the backyard
From blankets and clothespins
Up and down the dial
Trying to catch
The farthest city we could
The clouds reflect the waves
She said
The exotic places
Came through so softly
Mingled with static
From distant lightning strikes
While we giggled in the dark
We had found Houston


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