for quiet streets,
where the only sound is
the wind blowing and
the leaves crunching underneath

my feet? Where I can hear
the robin's song and the doves
splashing in the bird bath
all day long. Or the scraping of

the squirrel's nails climbing
up the old oak tree chasing his
tail? I say the solution is
ridding this earth of people

pollution. I like the little cottontail
wiggling his nose and flapping his ears
back and forth as I peer at him, grazing on
my sweet green grass, that needs

a trim! This is how I'd like time to pass,
in quiet reverie, swinging in my hammock
under a canopy of leaves, as a butterfly
winks at me in a billowing cornflower sky.