conductor

I've been wanting to go somewhere

  where apple trees bloom in winter

  and cattails grow unchecked

the sun beams down on

  this place as the wind

  tickles my cheeks

my white shoes and double-tail

  tuxedo remain spotless as I

  wade through the thistle

I can hear the crickets playing

  Beethoven's string quartet in B minor

  and it is beautiful

apple trees bloom in

  December and the color

  is red like Saint Nick's suit

and I love how the crickets perform

  as I eat apples

  and conduct my life.