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At noontime

When the earth is
bright with flaming
heat falling straight down

the cricket sets
up a high-pitched
singing in his wings

I read most of this early today while on a hike. I was disappointed by the scenery, the views of the Ohio weren't much different than I can mange on a ten minute walk from our front door. It was a hot summer morning, the insects appeared both bored and determined and somehow despite these circumstances this ancient voice reached me, though a clinging film of 2600 years.