Poetic Referendum(s) On Life

Do The Crickets Know?

Do the crickets know

All the commotion began
At 1 pm
With the village tornado
Siren
A front moved in
Our song would pause
Windows cracked
Kill humid
Air trapped
In our halls
Ushered past closets
Walls
Journey out
Meet the fate
Of sweet violinists
Their wings still
Huddled under
Shrubs, logs
The uneven path
Long about dusk
And the gale
And harsh fall thrust
Crushing Hammers the silence comes
Do the crickets know
They die tonight
We must wait long beyond
The next cherry blossom
Greet humecate symphonies
Mild

10.10.2018