crickets
a better one than i would hear the insects with voices quieter than trains, in town, at bedtime. nevertheless, the trainsongs give my heart the kiss of sleep.
a better one than i would hear the insects with voices quieter than trains, in town, at bedtime. nevertheless, the trainsongs give my heart the kiss of sleep.
note to self: songs that
made me what i am–so few
of them are clever.
distracted. the trees
in my neighborhood are deep
in conversation.
i’ve counted the books
of poems in my house, and the
spiders. good ratio.
i hope that when whoever is buying
accesses my personal data
the message is clear:
i love my people
and i don’t care who knows.