three flights up on calvert street, under my kitchen sink...

April 28, 1993|By e. l. maugans

three flights up on calvert street, under my kitchen sink, a cricket

disrupts my sleep with many

an indomitable beep.

becoming quiet when he hears me stir

awake,

he resumes his serenade with vigor,

encouraged to think me the mate

for whom he waits.

perhaps i shall follow

his tireless example

and try for a reply:

beep, beep.

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