The silk road

MId-summer   sounds of locusts through the window
late morning   haze of summer fills the sky
here in Beijing   stand many a pine & willow
there in the distance   how goes your July?
we chat on phone & g-talk   fairly often
it's gradually I glimpse   your point of view
outside dogs bark cars honk   if feelings soften
I'll send what bird   to tell my tale to you?