Crickets

by Stephen Seraichick

Such a short time
To make love, August!
Until the cool nights
Shut those desires down
But sing
From dusk
To the light of day
That’s what has to be done
Huh!
Life is so short and the word is out
So sing away

Tonight the three quarter moon looks down
Jeffrey’s field a silver blue
Tonight I call to you
Somewhere in this tangled world
Our time is slipping
And we have nowhere else to go!

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