Friday, September 26, 2008
Note: An earlier version of this poem was posted August 17. CICADA SOUL Cicada emerges from the ground, matured by the years of hiding, and sings from a favored limb its freedom song – vrreee, vrreee, vrreee, vrrr... Soon, another joins in, then more, until at last the whole grove is ringing with... Sign in
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