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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