cicada – other animals

what thread dropped after
the cicada passed
or what mist started
to build in the part
of the story where
your eyes blur and your
feet grow clammy on
the earth of fresh graves

Another day closer
yet the cicada yet

how do you write
again and by

you I mean

the way the
last light bends

slowly around a
lilac cloud as
the breeze gathers

thoughts
as they
exhale

I sit and watch the trees
in summer’s sticky green
the cicada hum then
stop suddenly the dog
sighs everything a bit
slow and tired is there some
light from this I really
don’t know but my hands this
evening ached for a prayer

while the computer is updating I dare to go outside & immediately swarmed by a cloud of cicada who clumsily ram into me the neighborhood cats gather to investigate insects collapsed exhausted and finding it boring wander off to practice their Latin which ensures that they will be in a terrible mood at least until dinner time

To Cross the Sea

Bubbling on the stove warm nonsense on TV I misspell the important words of other people’s stories on the line nothing drying my legs sore the floor somewhat spotless what else to binge nothing stops this war

should have had iced coffee but trees start to stumble the hot earth becomes I tell myself breathe look at the leaves completely still August 30

at the end of the day whisky cicada hit send a cool breeze down that road in any direction you end up laughing

some future me in the cicada swing band micro-measures

secrets in these walls a cicada buzzing on its back