Napeaguean Cycle

Tell your lovers when you’re not listening
Grab their wrists and give them a twisting
On a sunny road in a warm Napeague
I hope no one’s listening as I sing to my turn
Almost forgotten the sun on the silver tide
I’m pretty happy that I videotaped my ride
All we hear is wind
Chirps of birds
Rustle of my short sleeve shirt against my sunburn
My baseball cap covering my too-long-for-summer hair
Silence to a wisping turn
Whispering a piercing word
Nearing a nature
Surprised we’re barely aquaintanced
Tell your lovers when you’re not listening
Grab their wrists and give them a twisting
On a sunny road in a warm Napeague
I hope no one’s listening as I sing to my turn
In a whispering wind and I hope no one’s listening