POST SCRIPT
Crickets fall
from my ears.
A Vivaldi free-fall
on broken wings.
Relief trembles
on Autumn’s crescendo,
while in silence,
Summer weeps.
Pursuing Parallels
POST SCRIPT
Crickets fall
from my ears.
A Vivaldi free-fall
on broken wings.
Relief trembles
on Autumn’s crescendo,
while in silence,
Summer weeps.
