On one of the pick flagstones
A cricket is leaping and leaping
As if it was a trampoline
And it a little girl bouncing
Bouncing and laughing
Or bouncing and weeping
I can't tell if it's joy or woe
Thrown off with each ascension
But for a moment they relinquish
Their bodies and hang suspended
Defying the will of the world
A little higher and higher each time
Peering over the edge of something
That feels sublime
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