they move away

they move away
to the country,
feeling the need for space.
now retired
and done with work,
the grind of so much
of their lives.
the money saved.
but the moon, after
a season or two
has lost its luster.
that stream
no longer holds an
interest, the sound
of it on the rocks,
the woods, dark and full.
how nice, how
picturesque, the leaves
so colorful
in autumn.
but soon, they lie
in bed in the early
evening
and wish to hear
a car horn,
an ambulance, something
beyond the crickets
that never sleep.