Walking the streets
helping out the cicadas.
Singing along.
I wonder if they
know the words?
Half asleep.
The cry of the cicadas.
I think not.
And walk on…..
Don’t go! Don’t go!
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 