high-pitched cry
I recognize the voice
of
my cicada
Maya Daneva
summer dusk
crickets start to sing
calling
the fireflies to light up
the moonless night
Lisbeth Ho
full moon
I scoop it from sugar syrup
Rasgulla
*
Nudurupati
Nagasri
* Ball-shaped sweet made with curdled milk and sugar syrup
evening falls
sometimes it happens
I am afraid
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo