THERE’S CRICKET IN THE SAND (by Torty Abasi Tortivie)

There is cricket in the sand Summoning the children in excited bands On our January silvery shores We enact again our cherished lore Reeds ripping upon earth’s womb For tiny delicacies crying in burrows Dreaming sucking their abdominal juice-comb After toiling our faces into furrows The sand is patterned with fanfare Or, name it a… Continue reading THERE’S CRICKET IN THE SAND (by Torty Abasi Tortivie)