#35

-- So I sit and listen
close my eyes
and become the passing cars
speeding by
with a rush of desperation
the crickets
singing in the night
the leaves
waving in the breeze
the partiers' cries
and the dance of love
under the arbor
breathing
eyes closed
release
enrapturement and glee
impending and rushing by
the never-ending road
and the riverside picnic
breathless in anticipation
the beginning
the closing
we run and run and run
and so, I choose to sit
with eyes closed
listening