Hollering Out To Hollow Nothing

hollering out to hollow nothing playing with dead leaves and wanting to leave smelling dull normalcy in the air and wishing for comparing contrasts the sudden rainfall is the most fun happening of the day throwing rocks in the ole lake and wishing for cherry lemonade wanting to fish but fully tired of the growing boredom of that my only two friends are on their summer vacations mom and dad are both laid off the struggle is real we leave for gram's and gramp's house tomorrow morning i pray quietly as the water flows gently the butterflies do not let up my stomach tells me so i head back home to have a board meeting about solid bricks when the meeting starts, i turn o the button of my imagination where i land is on the greenest grass that makes me smile again a loud batch of flatulence brings me back to reality suddenly, my appetite reintroduces himself the smell of roast beef and gravy, greens, mashed potatoes, honey butter biscuits, and apple cinnamon pie wakes up my nostrils the good ole days are making a very limited, time strained visit i better get myself together and ready for tomorrow i will need this fuel along with breakfast