just be still, and listen
lay under the waning super moon
and listen to moonbeams scratch the surface
of the itch on your back
while the grass grows
and the grasshoppers pack their bags too
tomorrow we’re going to follow the itch
to the Badlands
but tonight
just be still, and listen
to the dreams of the ones
who sleep in their cars down by the river
and cast fishing lines into the water
telling their fish tales and wish tales
to anyone who
will just be still, and listen
while the teenage one across the street
sneaks into their own backyard
through a gate that squeaks with the walk of shame
but if you listen close
has a different name
first love, for real, for feels, for deals
with the only one who listens

just be still, and listen
just be listen, and still
rearrange the letters of listen
silent;
listen,
still