I'm Too Busy Trying To Fly Away

Warm spring air, redolent of sunset,

wafts through the kitchen window,

absorbing the scent of warm meals 

heating on the stove-top.

The sibilant sounds of evanescing evening

pervade the household as noodles are drained

and sauce is dished.

The final bird-sounds of the afternoon filter

through our window screens

as the sun burrows beneath the surrounding rooftops.

The breeze nips playfully at neck and cheek,

the soft bite of incipient chill bringing pleasant shivers.

Windows are closed to a crack, and light switches are flipped.

Evening has faded into night with a profound lack of fanfare,

a sun-kissed child gently drifting into dreams.

I am content.

This is perfection.

This is the piece of flotsam I will hold in white knuckled hands as all else crumbles at my feet.

This is the memory that will keep me afloat. 

Author's Note

https://soundcloud.com/in-love-with-a-ghost/sorry-for-not-answering-the-phone-im-too-busy-trying-to-fly-away

Reviews

[i.am.the.sun.]

Those last three lines though.
You still amaze me.
For some reason or another this gives me a great sense of Americana. Like it almost feels there's an apple pie that you just didn't bother to mention.

[Ben Taylor]

Thank you! I write almost exclusively as an emotional outlet, at this point. You may be the only person left on here that I remember, haha. It's good to see you still here.

[i.am.the.sun.]

This site is more or less just an archive for my stuff now. Seems pretty dead as far as reviews and community goes. Contests that last for 10+ years, etc.
Do you post your work anywhere else?