What’s The Sound Of One Poet Talking: A Solo Mondo

On a star-less night,

with no moon and no flash light,

what can guide my way?


You might take this as

a sign to stay inside and

write some silly rhymes.

Are crickets chirping
On balmy summer evenings
Perhaps the sound you’re longing?
Surely not hollow
Echo resounding off the
Walls of vacant, empty halls!