Crickets II

Crickets are still going
in the bushes outside the hospital.
They have lived their whole lives there.
I would like to do that.
I often try to live beyond my means,
but the crickets sing under the boxwood
where the faded red chips
meet the faded red bricks,
honey I want you
honey I need you
at exactly the right time
in exactly the right place
at exactly the right speed.
Never mind that the new wing
will destroy their habitat.
That is next season.
In this season
I envy them,
wink to myself
because hearing them
was the most excellent
thing I did today.