a poem in my pocket

(black field cricket image from agpest.co.nz)

Cricket orchestras play in late summer. Instrumentalists hide in road ditch grass, crawl along out buildings, sneak into farmhouse basements. Symmetrically speaking, you could fold paper cricket crisply, like a program, from antennae to tail spikes. Don’t be surprised when common cricket dresses up in gloss black for the evening concert. The koorogi orchestra tunes as more players join in. Buzzing music crescendoes into a grand symphonic sound. 

chirrups with his wings

hope hops ~stridulates~ for mate

listens with her legs

Listening to the music at dVerse poets pub with Victoria tending the bar.