then light came, late

Colour disappeared from the day

a movie set we watched from far

set described sheets of rain,

for so it was though green

was drinking.

 

So that when light came, late,

camellia stirred, rose bloomed

light, a sudden litany of life

was made oddly imperfect.

 

Now I hear the crr crr steady

as waves  as if rain grew wings

and tickled the soil with chuckles.

 

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in which I ponder insect chorus

The heat sits tonight,

hanging around

summer town.

A choir is about,

expanding time

with a steadiness of sound,

an undulating beat

singing into dark.

Bird lingers too

descending far into  breeze

until all that remains

is insect tap and insect hum,

the very definition

of this day’s dusk,

on and on

 

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