Posted August 19, 2010on:
not drastic but subtly
not quiet but humming along
the season chases the sun beyond the roof
every evensong in a shorter bit of time.
I found a dead cicada this morning
in the wed patch of grass beside the side walk
less than a foot from the trunk of a large maple tree
where the summer messengers spend all their time grating my nerves.
I said to you, look above – nothing
seems less or more than summer around
but there is a dead cicada excised of its last
sound this season.
weather forecasts have dropped by 3 degrees
(teenagers not back in school are still laughing
the wind carry their chatters through our window
and enter your sleep).