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An unwanted buzz singing fire in your ears, the mosquito lands

Rambling through tall grass in order to get to the view, then: Tick check! Tick check!

Head down, walking fast, the blast of flies comes calling; June's a nasty month

It's hard to read the headlines, day in and day out

Adrift, I drift, then fall asleep – deep inside dreams; a summer wind, schemes

for Algot

It's all fan music on such a hot night as this; night-dreaming rhythms

Another male act - pure blanket pollination - tree dust everywhere

Standing near the spray of falling water, tumbling, the flow never ebbs

A magnet of light flickers in evening's fall, a call to all moths

Tree roots remember all the droughts, the rains, the storms, all the times before