Write about the cicadas.
Write about how the sun
lighting the top of a morning cloud
makes you almost believe in heaven.
Write about how the sound
of the wind in the leaves
makes you want to weep.
Write about hunger.
Write about discontent.
Write about your anger at the establishment.
Write about the dying off and the rebirth.
Write about the early fall and the late spring
and the long winter in between.
Write like you mean it.
These words are more
than just palatable
appetizers for a hungry mob.
They’re the main dish. Flavor them well.
September 4, 2017