Tagged: cicadas
6:53 a.m., an early
6:53 a.m., an early
bird attempts to break up
the droning of cicadas,
poking small holes into
morning’s purposeless
play –
6:57 a.m., the school
bus roars by, picking
up the pieces –
we are awake,
listening,
unlistening
.
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day 13, early
day 13, early
morning – after the body has
accepted the call
of the wild at her window,
the city demands a return
.
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leaning in ever
leaning in ever
so slightly over the pool
of cicada songs,
a ripple in the reflection,
an asynchronization
.
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y 