harmonize with the stars.
As crickets sigh,
the light streams of fireflies weave a tellurian paradise
and I understand at once
how foolish is wanderlust--
for what can Paris or Tokyo offer that can compare
to this North American lullaby?
The sweet, fruity scent of summer-blooming trees
fills the atmosphere and invades my nostrils,
contributing to the high
of this summer night
and I can't imagine why
would want to be
anywhere but here.