After night of troubling sounds—
each a stab at our security—
you are the song of crickets, God
and you are dawn.
Respecting the muse of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What I say in 100 lines, you say in 4! Nice poem, Glen.
this was all i wanted to say—perhaps because i was tired? thank you for following up on this and commenting, laurie. -glen