a pecan drops to the ground with a tap
a breeze enters the window -
the curtain rises and falls, caressing the sill
chickens wander in the yard searching for beetles
the lawn mower is rusting beneath the shady oak where
cicadas sing a whirring
call and response
call and response -
it's 1959, and i'm in a dream
rubbing the sleep from my eyes,
scratching the chicken pox scab on my leg
(you're the bee's knees, she says -
the cat's meow
sliced bread
and the cat's pajamas -)