The water in the air
Smells like summer
Won’t dare disappoint
Painted brick against asphalt
As I approached the law office
Brought to my forefront
My grandfather’s face
How do you know a man
But through his eyes
Wide and round
Perfect blue circles
Aimed straight deep into mine
As he spoke
The walls buzz
Like cockroaches shimmering
In the dark
Waking me before
I begin to sleep
My heart burns at 3am
As the cricket chirps
Hidden near the door
Hello
Mr. Toad,
Frog,
I’m tired she said
The road has been
Long and wet
I’m getting off here
At this bend
Under the violets
Low near the dirt
Where the smell
Of the earth
Reminds me I belong
With the whispers overhead
Of the branches
Waiting for buds of Spring
