my words are slow
and stick to the roof of my mouth.
all of the thoughts
however
drift and tumble and roll
tossed around by the great prairie wind.
i am leaving.
there is so much to do
(yet isn't there always).
sometimes
i think about it too much.
getting too excited.
standing on the back porch
i set my phone down on the ledge and kick off my black shoes
and audibly tell my mind to shut up.
it's just a whisper
(and it doesn't really do the trick).
i am coming back.
just give me one month.
and then two.
and summer here will be almost over.
but will i miss it?
