Written by a girl who’s not grandma.

The push & pull
of terror & teeth
chatter,
bones
ache,

I will show you sound of cicada,
summer
song,
steady buzz hum
taste of heat
on the…

Blackbird 
on crumbling roof.Blackbird 
against storm cloud,
moving through the sky.

Long nights and
cold nights
linger lately
into day.We are grateful
for the
bit of sun
and gentle air,

I think there must
be hope
for Earth
when I admire
the green farms
on the train
to Vienna.