Hangs With You

Thought I’d grow gardens in the backyard,
hear my thoughts through a fence.
Watch tails wag with happy
outside the city, midwest.

Not enough becomes too much
and I don’t know what to do.
Go down south and live alone
while my mind hangs with you.

I keep having this dream
where things are as they seem.
Have I lost it still believing?
We could do anything if I’d wake up.

Thought I’d write chapters in the backyard,
jot her days with that pen.
Eye wonder meets pure beauty
outside the city, midwest.

I keep having this dream.