Longing To

Here and now

A sliver of moon peaks thru the unfurling maple leaves

The geese have finally said all there good nights

And the concert of tree frogs and peepers fills the twilight.

A dog on my lap as we both sway back and forth in a hammock

Listening to the longing sounds of trucks speeding down 22A

Going places, away.

Try as I may, my soul can’t remain anchored.

It follows the trucks to memories of traveled adventures.

Wanderlust of the heart to go and hug, in my arms, the girl it misses out west.

And be swallowed up by her curly tresses.

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