Falling Back Asleep
drove that old
slow tractor
over a cartoon hill,
plenty of time
to drift
under the soft blue sky
to float
and hope to
fall in love
with something
in the ticking
morning—
if we were
crickets we
would know our
one song too
.
A Poetry Magazine for the Good, the Gritty, and the Weird
Falling Back Asleep
drove that old
slow tractor
over a cartoon hill,
plenty of time
to drift
under the soft blue sky
to float
and hope to
fall in love
with something
in the ticking
morning—
if we were
crickets we
would know our
one song too
.