crying because we miss
seems so ah i don’t know
pointless
when
outside i’ve only
dreamed i’ve met the neighbors

leave me here alone—
this tiny room
& just you see
what i come up with.

no sad or lonely
when outside
the sun & end
of summer, stillgreen
lawns maintained by mowers,
my neighbors about.
greet them

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Tour the psychic landscape of our community through song and verse with composer Lucas Carey and poet Craig Cady. Take us with you if you like. We will be in the air.