Cicada’s Song

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Illustration by Poet Rummager

Ah, to be a cicada

and discard what I’d once been-

dispersing in the wind.

Particles of me,

so tiny,

no one would see.

I’d scatter in the breeze.

In your hair,

I’d settle there.

Sink into your pores.

Unmask secrets of yours.

On the roof of your mouth,

I’d hang about.

So, every time you sung,

I’d tumble to your tongue.

We’d sing as one.

 

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Photo by FlyTrapMan of a cicada emerging from its old shell.

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Cicada’s Song

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