A Year

We’ve been away…way too long.
Apart from an important part of life.
Making music sing
And singing that thing.
That thing. Sing
That thing we like to do.

Will it be for a year?
Thats my fear
Come on down here, year.
Let me shorten you up
Let me throw you away. Year.
Its a go away year.

The sun goes down 
on another smoky sunless day.

Lynette Hensley