The cicadas carry in their voices a memory of a long ago time
Its impact punches me in the gut
Happiness rides on the back of a yellow monarch butterfly that reminds me of you and
I cant wait for
The second day of august
I put all my wishing chips into the slot
And wait for an omen
With your face on it
To fall plentiful before me like an august rain
That I watch from the front porch
Of my parents house
And I wish you’d pick me up and drive away
I ponder you before an august rain
And pray for a miracle to be you
The front porch houses all my desire
And truth
Loving you is a practice in hoping
