island home

happy sounds
come back around,
the ones i used to hear
before the dawn of dark
and the moving back
to this town.
i hope they stay...
for a while anyway,
longer than the state fair
and the 105 degree weather,
which ends this saturday.
cause you've seen how i slide
down the vertical wall of time
and get used to the bottom
where i overstay my welcome,
and spend too many lonely nights.
but this time i wont go
back to my far-away island home
with the long metal track
that connects it to the mainland,
cause it isn't an island anymore.

-kayla