Aug 31, 2021

leaves join the crickets in song

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A summer evening. Hot. The crickets

Sing, but the old cat ignores them, drowsy 

With the heat. A slight breeze picks up 

And moves through the oaks and elms, 

Their leaves join the crickets in song. 

When exactly did this happen to me? 

At which moment did I become an old man? 


-jobe


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