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06 July 2007 @ 02:21 pm
 
Bumping June bugs,
A carpet of crickets,
And an unaccountable cacophony
Of cicadas-
Summer.

But what I love most makes no sound.

On low walls, on the steps of back porches, and on lichen-covered rocks

The gecko sits
   until
       at once,
           as if his giant eyes see all sides,
he runs!
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: Don Henley-Sunset Grill