My contribution for the weekend
Backyard Frontyard
my mind scurries about
jittery like spiders in a jar.
dark creaky nights
alone with my thoughts
it’s noisy
considering I’m quiet.
I wonder who my thoughts
are alone with in here.
we feel the calling of life
with lazy shoes and worn hats
a beckoning of the heart
through the screen door
to the back porch swing
and down wooden steps
through the well-worn path between
the memory and the dream
along tilting fences
past friendly houses
and familiar windows
knocked-on doors
shadowed lawns and sidewalks
with hopscotch chalk
and plastic tricycles
waiting for me to arrive
to see how
I greet myself
Copyright 2007 Lee Chestnut
my mind scurries about
jittery like spiders in a jar.
dark creaky nights
alone with my thoughts
it’s noisy
considering I’m quiet.
I wonder who my thoughts
are alone with in here.
we feel the calling of life
with lazy shoes and worn hats
a beckoning of the heart
through the screen door
to the back porch swing
and down wooden steps
through the well-worn path between
the memory and the dream
along tilting fences
past friendly houses
and familiar windows
knocked-on doors
shadowed lawns and sidewalks
with hopscotch chalk
and plastic tricycles
waiting for me to arrive
to see how
I greet myself
Copyright 2007 Lee Chestnut
