Mostly quiet....

then a motorcycle passing

in the distance

drills through the night

and in a corner of the garden,

last crickets

search for each other

in a two-note song

that trembles on a thin chain -

tiny drops of sound

rising and falling,

rising and falling,

trying to perforate the dark.

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