The Mennonite men that we met
when the summer began are gone. I saw them
talking in conspiratorial tones and then I saw them
boarding their royal blue van. Now the street feels abandoned again.
I can handle it for most of the day when
the neon sun sits high and sharp
in the folds of the faded yellow sky.
But it gets to me at night.
I try not to think about it.
And I don't really have to, because there's
a flood on the way. you can tell by the number of
grief stricken looks that
the girls around here give to criminals like us.
They're afraid to believe in a thing like relief (with good reason), but they aren't your average omnivorous women: they spend most of the day composing villanelles about Anthony Lane.
They know his name so well.
I try not to think about it and
I usually succeed.
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 1, 2023