Thursday, June 28, 2018

ostensible

the crickets sing early 
confusing storm sky 
for dusk 
cooling breeze 
the sign and signal
for their chirrupping song
ostensible heroine 
of my story
I stop fighting 
pausing the narrative 
to listen 
and cease my care 
for a space 
to steep in the summer

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