13.4.20

Smells Like Tin Tinnitus

--
a discreet gap opens
and shuts in the soundtrack
to the relay of the seasons

crickets chirp in at odd hours
after Summer has grown long
in the mute cicadas' tooth

in stillness, even the busy
climbing wave of whirring
pads a perfectly sound frame

custom made for one Fall guy
played along seasons of doublecross
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