WALKIN' AFTER MIDNIGHT
a lone frog's voice thrums
then goes silent
begins again
as the darkness swirls
slow rising fog
blots out objects
softly, slowly, floating higher
invisible air dons its mask
blackness turns opaque
shiny air wisps
crickets singing
in the slick grass
© Lydia Lowe 10/24/2011
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