Shh

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