After Bashō by Margaret Dornaus

at home— hearing the woodpecker I long for home I long for the lizard as well as the woodpecker at home where the wind brings me other sounds longing sounds I hear sometimes at night: the whippoorwill; the owl; tree-frogs; the echoing chambers of cicadas hammering through trees— I long for more days more nights like this day, this night when we both knew how to listen with our hearts to hear the winged song of a cricket

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