Crickets

An exhale

sigh

can be a silent shout.
It won’t travel very far.

Maybe just
enough
to know me better.

The earth turns me towards the night
knowing long enough have I been awake.
The residue of sun shines on moon’s face.

I do have something to say,

maybe just the fog
from my breath
amidst the symphony of summer
and a shared moment of belief

The belief
or maybe the night is what
I want to tell you about.

-A.J.M.

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