"Beautiful glooms, soft dusks in the noonday fire,-- / Wildwood privacies, closets of lone desire."

Late June, and after a week of scorchers we've ambiguously moderated to merely very hot but muggy: thunderstorms are flirting with actually, yanno, raining on us, which means we get the heavy air but none of the benefits of storms.

The bugs don't seem to mind, though.

    In the row of oaks
outside an office building,
    cicadas announce
a matinee performance
of the great zerEEEEEE Chorus.

It is startling to realize I'm now working in that building, though it describes just about anyplace in the city.

So it goes.

---L.

Subject quote from "The Marshes of Glynn," Sidney Lanier.