Speak to me!
It doesn’t have to be in words.
I’ll make it my   Pleasure
To interpret them.

My brain is
Empty, But I have
So much to say.
...that, which could
Make my pupils
Dilate
and my Fingers flitter.

The rain is coming but I am
Not ready. I fear
Lightning, but there is
No guarantee that
The clouds carry in them a
Storm.

And so I threw my
Dainty umbrella to the ground and
Went inside.
And immediately, the clouds opened
Wide, and so
Begged me to come back
Out again.
I am cynical.

Tree lullaby of katydid
What, other than a night, is so candid and
Still one of a kind. A simple manmade is
simple. But
      She is simplicity.