The orchestra swells like an afternoon.
\nEnd-summer. Mid-heat. Cages <\/p>\n
swinging over the stage, in the back
\ncorners of the amphitheatre. From behind
\nthe orchard: a bird museum. <\/p>\n
Closer and you realize the bars of the cages
\ncuddle like toothpicks twice threaded.
\nThen you see them, splendidly perched
\non pinning legs: thousands and thousands of
\ncrickets. At once, all the familiarity of chirping
\ngone.<\/p>\n
In groups.
\nIn groves.
\nIn the concubine\u2019s curio.<\/p>\n
These crickets either singing The orchestra swells like an afternoon. End-summer. Mid-heat. Cages swinging over the stage, in the back corners of the amphitheatre. From behind the orchard: a bird museum. Closer and you realize the bars of the cages cuddle like toothpicks twice<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":384,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[9926],"tags":[22033],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/217"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/384"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=217"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/217\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2027,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/217\/revisions\/2027"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=217"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=217"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libblogs.luc.edu\/requited\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=217"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nor, at least, sighing for sure. Each purposeful
\nchiu<\/em> a sobering crescendo. Forewings
\nstrumming a quiet, courting song.
\nDanielle Aquiline<\/strong> graduated from the MFA program in Poetry at Columbia College Chicago. In addition to teaching FYW full-time at Columbia College, she is also the editorial assistant for College Composition and Communication<\/em>\u2014the flagship journal in rhetoric and composition studies. Her poetry has recently appeared or is forthcoming in Black Clock<\/em>, Court Green<\/em>, Yemassee, Bellingham Review<\/em>, Bloom<\/em>, and Gulf Stream<\/em>. She lives in Andersonville with her partner, Sona, two cats, two dwarf hamsters, and two dwarf bunnies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"