August
Your sign under the grapevine
and the heatwave of August
sweat under your armpits
the body’s salt
taste of the world
as the thought of winter
comes like a perennial thief
to erase the heat off your forehead
and off the wings of the sparrow
that suddenly started
chasing the cicada which
quite unexpectedly performs
strange mid-air configurations
just to avoid the sparrow’s beak
enough to manage to reproduce
the new generation of cicadas
and you took my hand, together
to help the cicada in its task

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