Trees asleep noon has killed the breeze live oak and magnolia osage and evergreen      it's not nostalgia         or a memory      just a voice we all hear  even if doesn't always speak clouds are sure standing at heaven's door west wind barely breathes hijacked by the heat         it's not nostalgia         it's not a memory      doesn't matter what you call it   same thing we all look up and see deep and cool something in the woods has moved too fast to see like the eye of the coyote spider's fled left empty web its tidy silken thread like a tiny universe is spread     it's not nostalgia      not a memory    just a thought you're thinking just the life we're all living limb stutters leaves flutter like the tongues wind has found his voice again and the big clouds move across the sun   it's not nostalgia        not a memory just the dream we're dreaming   it's just the great awakening