i spy remnants of Eden
hibiscus blooms tissued,
pink unfurling if only for a day

sparrows who remember paradise
note for note despite
machinery din

clouds untouched by trade
over still tree-lined streets
where breathing comes

easy as crickets thrill-trilling
our friction song of being
alive

ls 9.2.19

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  1. The crickets are such a blessing of this season. Thank you for this beautiful tribute to late summer!

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    1. I'm so glad you like it! Yes, they are a restful chorus each evening to reflect on joys of the day!

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