Is it there at the corner
that insect song under the setting sun
gliding through the dim air
a few drops of dew tonight
You pass
pass through a wilderness of vivid green
crossing at this one point of time and space
creeping slowly into your brows, your temples
frail as gossamer
and yet it tethers you by the neck
Don't look back
looking back is a midnight song
and you need to sleep in peace
2012.09