Chi

Rookie (July 12)

Best Poem of Chi

Nocturnes

All night, insects and pipers sing in the marshes,
and the little wet ponds in the woods.
They sing, as if the night wouldn't be night
without their songs.

Often, I have wondered if they sing for comfort
against the dreadful tentacles that find their way
in the dark molecules of impalpable night;
to attract the opposite sex, to mate, to procreate,
to write against the night; or simply, for the sake of song,
communion, life.

I wonder why humans sleep at night.

I wonder if there are songs too under the ocean floor
at night.

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Spring Songs

On the dirt road along the pond,
Several spring songs lay squashed
As I went to work yesterday.

I had tried to chase them
back into the pond
as I drove home two nights ago.

I tried to chase them

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