spring peepers on leap day
thought I might forget
turning down time
into writing everything
down time
and I swear the peepers
heard my thought
because silence now rules
the moment
hum of the highway far off
and then one by one the sounds return
two then three and can't hardly
wait until those nights where
there will be too many to count
leap day and it's my eleventh
probably the best leap day
to date no doubt
elevation helps
sharing the street
with my first ever address
forty years ago
who would have imagined
this kind of down time
a moment to remember
life before distractions...
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