By: Brianna Lee Hubler
Copyright © 2022 Brianna Lee Hubler. All rights reserved.
The crickets hummed in noonday sun.
Summer scorched the cool greens of Spring,
Dyed the pastures a warm, wheaten yellow
To match the bright, burning rays.
The frontliners of the season’s change
Signaled the crickets to emerge and sing
Their characteristic melody.
Amelia heard the insect orchestra strike
When she tossed aside the balcony windowpanes,
To gaze beyond the confines of her simple life,
And imagine somewhere intricate.
The cars buzzed in rush-hour traffic.
Hungry laborers pounded the horns of vehicles,
Halted by a congested red light.
Too proud to ease the tension of the hour
With a calculated flick to benevolent green,
Red signaled the cars to stop and wait
In programmed cacophony.
Rachel heard the mechanical assembly escalate
When she shoved aside the sliding door,
To gaze beyond the confines of her intricate life,
And imagine somewhere simplistic.
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