shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Marilyn Baszczynski

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dog days' concert

heavy heat
delves into deepening shadows

no blade of grass
hassled by wind

I float in an evening chorus
of insect chaos

cricket katydid cicada
cadences rise

like the rhythms
of drifting childhood summers

mosquito slaps
mother's call

streetlights humming
from memory

I swirl my iced tea
its sweating glass clinks in applause