i'm missing a certain season something fearsome

you know and i know

that if we stared through the morning dew

and couldn't see the sun

everything would blow away.

everyone knows this.

that if the cicadas

aren't deafening, and maddening,

and silent

everyone may slowly evaporate.

if each grain of sand didn't fall

on each other like chimes

and make music

we would all lose our way.

we all have always known this.

still, we forget to observe the golden orbs so early in the morning

and listen for the noises we cannot find

and sing to the music so very tiny.

you know it.

i know it.

it is august.

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