The two-striped grasshopper waits while the wind gusts, and the crabapple tree whispers through its leaves. The clouds speed across the sky, and we perceive their movement in moist puddles surrounded by tall grasses. The wheat stalks, butting against the edge of the trail, dance to the south, maybe for rain. The grasshopper thwacks like two stones smacked together with each jump. Only the highway hums beyond.
thistles bursting sunshine
grasshopper scuttles, searching
into cool grass
October 16, 2020
Aidan Barger is an EcoArts Intern and a Creative Writing Major. See his full profile here.
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