• Carly Feinman

Day 48- 10.3.20

The grasshoppers are out tonight

And they're lively.

Acrobatic in their prance,

they squeak as much as they chirp.

They sound as metallic

as house keys.

I'm reminded, strangely,

of that preschool instrument

the xylophone.

I'm reminded of the overwhelming satisfaction

I felt hitting those tin keys

with the soft end of the mallet.

The sun is orange and falling and

the chiming orchestra

shows no signs of quieting

from their stage in the grass.

The sun is orange and falling and

I'd turn the volume up

if I could.


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