Origami Lion (A tribute to Mayakovsky?)

August Sun,
Crisp yet moist,
Quiet
yet a thousand cicadas
deliberating
agenda for tonight

My revolution, still,
on paper, between the sheets,
crisp yet moist
and pregnant with words
arousing hope

Spin me to deliver me, i say
but my origami lion
embraces my savannah skin
and says "five more minutes"