Impromptu, No. 1

A poem

Illustration by Stephen S. Brown

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Impromptu, No. 1

There's a cricket singing in my room,
I hear him from the porch.
His rhythm stops mid-measure as I
come in through the screen door.

Does he cry for love, unrequited,
like the mockingbird, mid-night, alone?

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