A SCREAM WITHOUT AN AUDIENCE #poetry by jay

A scream without an audience is no way
to end this call of the wild 
to no end it is but fragile and in haste
the wind carries it away

Tall Florida Pines scrub the sky 
of it’s gray and the hawks glide and bob 
like kites caught on a line 
for display

I figure, the time of forests lost behind
the convenience store, in dreams, ended
to childhood cemented
in my mind the moss 

and deer and crick's wind through 
neighborhood to neighborhood connecting 
friendships never destined to survive

Convenient thoughts of stolen pops, not the kind 
you score from countertops but below
of pennies and mops, that only
tots and moms remember most

I figure you, screaming into the wind with
no reception, is kinda’ like dreams
without a host unseen through dust
the days drifting upstream, possibility
lost.

© Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Santiago Lacarta on Unsplash