Who sings midsummer
In the blinding heat
Of another long afternoon
So urgently and sweetly
While everyone is sleeping
Or caught listening stirs
Along the empty streets
Blurred but held in the sway
Of an absolute stillness and rest
In the space between worlds
Where there is no one and nothing
Where apparently a finch
Still lives or some such singer
Insistent on the evolution of song
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