To know the mind is a wonderful thing;
Not to know it,
Better yet,
As we slide down slick hot nights
past the supping of fireflies, periwinkles and frog dust.
Oh, ravenous joy
that has devoured the arc of sky
on this note we are risen
on this night we are born.
As the vapor seeps from the fields,
the hills are in our bones
and we are delivered with cricket voices.
"Pay attention, I asked you a question!"
"No, you asked me a song."
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