Christie's song

Noises of slow quailing

Other than that absolute stillness

All minds

All matters

Clearly and correspondingly together

Shooing

Shang

All of these live pests

What a beautiful mingling harmony of an engrained dance

A smoky horizon

Hiding all the usually seen trees

Latching doors

Latch them tight

For they will be tempted to break apart

Break past from the outside in

I wonder if their songs are still being sang and I wonder if they are still intoxicatingly sweet

From now I will hear the creek

The air that moves it

And to the crickets who try and sing your song

I will try and give it a listen

From here on