by G. Jack Urso
Haze
on the highway near Darwin, Australia.
the haze of the summer day
lifts off the pavement
as if the Earth is crying
slowly vaporizing
or melting away
i pause in the planet's shadow
night crickets and the pulse of cicadas
merge their lonely songs
spinning off, the Earth moves on
if it hears their distant cries
she sings not a word
in response or reprise
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