The pulse of the cicadas whizzes faster and faster
Reaches a climax and fades away.
Time machine hums.
Every insect gear engages -- a bang and a flash.
Soon the leaves will be turning red and yellow and brown.
Soon they'll be falling to the ground
And in the breeze I'll hear your song
Daring me for one final embrace from across the waves.
So far.
Your eyes are glowing coals amidst the black of night
But the sun's bright and the jay cries.
Leashes jingle, ears flop
And every scent whispers yesterday's news.
Carpe Diem!
Now's the time to reap the bounty;
Time to savor the EVOO, garlic, onions, peppers, and fresh basil;
Time to simmer tomatoes grown fat upon the vines
And prepare the sauce.
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