Clio’s Poem “Le Soir”

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            Le Soir

The crickets chant
an endless round

soft, softer still
they melt and falter

you can hardly
hear their dervish call

a distant planet
a rubbed-out moon

they woo my heart
as big as the abyss

they sing without a sound
beyond the open door

 

 

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