earth note 300

call it a day
to have an outdoor
cajun dance

wind northwest moves in

every tree in its own rhythm
beats a washboard

like any waltz

the steps seem somewhat
predictable

cept for the zydeco

coming thru
over the poplar tops

strings drown out

the sirens
greasy engines go quiet

for every distraction

there's a perfect escape
a new imagination

leaves never make a plan
to give up
untamed & no excuses

the sky a full blue

but by no means
filled

--- e b bortz