WINGS OF CRICKET SONG

Cricket song fills my garden
I breathe moonlight
deep
entranced
spellbound
eyes closed
remembering
memories brought on wings of cricket song.

Piney woods
a cot shortsheeted
the wicked deed betrayed
by glee
and snaggle-toothed giggles.

I ate an apple
I don't need to brush my teeth
apples clean your teeth, you know
"Go brush your teeth
and wash your feet
you were running barefoot after dinner."

Just pretend to wash
I'll get clean tomorrow
at sunup in the creek
the cool creek, running fresh in summer
brought to me again
on wings of cricket song.