Cope’s Gray

before the nights grow
thick with heat
and damp
tear out the song of frogs
from my ears
their colloquy dropping
pots
pans
lids
that clang and shatter
the silence of
years passed without
words
and drown out the
memory of our
conversations rich with
humidity

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