
rising crescendo
the choir of cicadas sings
ode to late summer

rising crescendo
the choir of cicadas sings
ode to late summer
September sunrise
the sun painting the whole world
a coat of orange

passing through this life
awakening now and then
to gaze at the real
paying you no mind
we drive through your workplace
keeping highways clean

quick glimpses and whiffs
all the senses awakened
present to the real