Gasping moonlight signals through a cloudy ocean beard.
Still bodies of flies and dragonflies glint, clinging to the cool, glass skin of dimming florescent lights.
Beneath an orange orb of sodium vapour the glinting lawn looks like a nest of razorblades.
Crickets loom slick and black with the dank breath of December fog nestled on their backs.
They sound like coughing hinges, tonight.
