Shh
They don't know we are here
It's quiet
there are no commercials and
if we try really hard
we can hear the crickets,
listen;
hear them?
Now if we just shut out the cars
the airplanes,
the modern,
then we can truly hear the finger
moving
softly and sweetly,
across
the
cell phone
And I told her
again and again
over flowers
over gin
I grew near water
like the white Sycamore
and I am like dried fall leaves
on the forest floor