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Crickets Walking down the hill into the stars with my red-haired two-year-old son another Colin who sings to the son of the Man in the Moon under milk wood Underwood Road words he doesnt know And across the water to Chebeague lsland where the stars have fallen and fixed themselves exactly on top of creosote poles connected in an intricate design to Central Maine Power Co. Ltd. We look for Cricket not Platos cricket but the one he heard last June back then there were zillions of them symphonies of invisible black legs but now its winter and as its been getting colder every night the cricket voices have been well for two weeks weve been dreaming crickets into the night silence well shake our heads and tlBl