Wednesday, January 18, 2012


the crickets sing in daylight
fall, hinting the air
their paean, their swang song
urgent now
sensing time is short
and winter so soon
I note them all around me now
as I walk under dark trees
cycling the cooling streets
no longer solely the vocal inhabitants of night
now they sing all hours:
time precious
time precious
time precious

their now ne'r ending call

-Jay 9-13-2010

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