Friday, December 14, 2018

from The Wishin' Jupiter Poems: The Cricket 


 Ever so
lonely
against

 cold autumn
the cricket
stops as

 I pass.
We know
the end

 is not far
off. Yet
these tears

 are wind,
friend, not
sorrow.



# posted by Tom Montag @ 8:06 AM

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