restless

The computer is a lap ornament.
I got the first-line blues, a craving for banana bread
and a yearn for some less tangible sweet.
Sweet like the opposite of dealing with deception,
sweet like father and sons shooting hoops
in October beneath Texas sun,
like quiet children creating (side by side).
Birds stopped singing in Illinois,
but we live anywhere now. Southern birds whistle into dusk
I got scattered thoughts, strong emotions,
and warm decaf. Swing into this moment,
there is no other air to breathe.