It's only early August but the frogs
are vanished now from their small oval pond.
No more bull chords vibrating like
the cellos of midsummer's lust.
Vanished for another year.
Makes you reflect on how inexorable
the orbiting of earth is.
Reflect in silence, on this sunscorched road,
where recently love twanged.
© Lee Slonimsky, 2023
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