Sep 01

A Sweet One

It was quiet in the car ride. A waiting,
Calm captivation.
The kind that makes you feel music ease over you. And your eyes fall to the washings of leaves across the street.

Trembling in each dip of wind. You watch them cry at the edge of the cars run.
With an animals scurry and trance, lighter than the air as

The leaves turn, you see each color, warn to soil, and pasted to sky. Their nimble limbs scrape edges with asphalt. And you want to hear their slow sheen of through a dewy windshield
but the music rings so beautifully.

The music that is a sad call to something you've never known.