this mind

This mind

Far and distant

Quiet like the eyes of the cricket

Peering through the thicket

Soars across the neighborhood

Once showered with teepees

and torch lights

Not street lights.

To a time when whiskey ridden antics 

were intercepted 

by the winds of a people 

not by sirens. 

and broken systems. 

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[LouisianaBird]

I love your lines, "To a time when whiskey ridden antics were intercepted by the winds of a people"
Beautiful.