There is only one
sound cicadas make
(sound cicadas sing)
at 7:45 PM.
There is only one breeze
close to the windows
when you're driving
down the road and
everybody in every other state believes
there's no trees and no grass and no land
and no choice and no beauty
but there is
but there is!
I write this listening to it all,
Lost in it all,
Crazed goofy-silly-slap-happy,
Trying to keep my bearings;
Since a poem will only make it sound pretty
But never quite do it justice.
And I guess I just
wish you we're all here
my closest and nearest
and dearest, some
10, 20 years ago.
erika
And I guess I just
wish you we're all here
my closest and nearest
and dearest, some
10, 20 years ago.
erika
