Featured at Rattlecast 139 (1:49)
Cicadas and crickets cry aloud,
compose a waggish orchestra. A garden spider
sways between layers of silk net, like an old
woman shuffles in the moonlight.
Camelia blooms. Crepe Myrtle
jaded. Chanterelles all me from the woods
on this September night. Air smells
like the sea—
as if I was on the Dingle Peninsula.