hangers on

hangers on

we're barnacles. Bill never has

nor will lay eyes on

         our like.

     set a spell but you'll

get up well before we do. the crickets arent
as steady--if you listen you will hear them
take a breather,

not us.              the sun peeks thru
the curtain and recoils having seen its
own reach & we smile, i shout,
        go breach the clouds!