Poem #17

‘Supermoon III’

 

Moonlight shivers along pine boughs

Even at the darkest

it’s hot, air is still

mist rising over fields

More oppressive still

the cicadas’ scream crescendos

then stops, then painfully scales up

Meteors and fireflies 

burn up in the atmosphere

We sigh for a cool kiss

from high peaks

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