Fading from the din
of city cars, truck routes
and suburban garbage can lids.
Drunken yelling from the teens
across the park…fading.
Crickets create the white noise,
joins creak of the guitar case hinges
dust free flattop glows
by the porch light.
Songs – nay - the “set list”
Thirty Years of Farming
Time to Get a Gun
Laughter, and cheers and more join in.
Three train songs echo over the field
across the creek, slips through the trees.
miles from the rows of porchless houses.