They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I know. Spring forward, fall back down. I'm trying not to wonder where you are. All this time lingers, undefined.
Someone choose who's left and who's leaving.
Count yellow highway lines that you're relying on to lead you home. So the fields are stubble, the garden is done where the scary scarecrow stands and sees her holding up horizons with her hands. Watch her memories of human voices drown. Let horsey bray break between the thunder boom. Make grasses' swish meet the cricket's ring.