August Evening In New Hampshire - Poem by Saiom Shriver
They all are a chorus
... singing for all.. for us.
First the birds tire...
a while later the frogs
but the crickets continue
to the wee hours
with their music fire.
(to Constantina Salamone
whose soul pours forth for all)
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