The Serenade
Late on a summer’s night,
you can hear
the tree frogs and the crickets
serenading one another.
you can hear
the tree frogs and the crickets
serenading one another.
One planning
a meal,
the other
an escape.
In the morning,
some sleep content.
Others
pace,
waiting
for a late friend.
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The Last of the Great Misogynists Goes Down
A poem by Robert Roden of Roseville.
Published on 07.03.03