My friends and I
took a trip
together today,
and now songbirds
no longer sing.
We can still hear them.

.

Manic lunar
mushroom laughter
from the woods
sprouting smiles
giddy leafs
with wide-eyed allure,
clovers and grass
singing grackles,
a birthday that lasts,
Kansan dandelion
down to earth
fall sublime
in the summer sun way,
from the ground
rooted and rich sound
lost eyes found
us not now

.

My friends and I
took a trip
together the
other day,
and now songbirds
no longer sing.
We can still hear them.