Night Games

Cicadas buzz

One voice
Entering the silence
Cutting through
The honey thick air
Joined by another
Now two
Raising their voices
To the drowsing twilight
To the heat warped twilight
Calling the stars from their beds beyond the horizon.
A growing chorus of voices
Serenating waking fireflies
Taking flight
From the slowly growing stalks
Standing tall 
as they grow heavy with milk sweet corn
a cacophony
calling down the night
making room
for flashlight beams


No comments