CEDAR HOLLER
The breath of cedars
on a moonlit path
Katydids sing out, “Come along.”
A creek is trilling, “It’s dark, and it’s warm.”
The mockingbird unveils its song.
The holler is deep
The shacks all run-down
The only way out
Is the road into town
I can’t capture memories
they hover like words
lost and forgotten
Like green hummingbirds.