crickets chirp up a whirlwind symphony-
is it because:
the night is too calm, and they must persist?
or is it because they are enamored with the moon;
hoping their mating call, amplified,
will reach that lunar beauty?

it is an all consuming love- and, as these clocks
strike one twenty two a m, now one twenty three
i think more than once about this kind of communique;
if only i could be as secret as these lovers,
as clandestine as these spies,
i could infiltrate. i could love.

09/04/2004

Posted on 09/04/2004
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