You hear how they sing?

Lonely, hopeful cicadas

A ceaseless love song

Dancing across tongues

And drying out open mouths

The sweet summer air

Crystal clear rivers

Running through gentle valleys

Unobserved by man

Scampering creature

Skittering little roach-thing

You can not be here

Expansively small

Sometimes, the wide world feels thin

Home is not too far

Expel the summer

Banish it from my home-cave

Maximum A/C

Steam as it rises

From a whistling-hot kettle

Kisses my tired face

Easy scents of citrus

A sticky summer evening

Enjoy a cold one

What is that you smell?

Describe it, if you could, please

‘Cause I can’t seem to