cicada
the hum (of the city)
exists
solely in
my mind, and it drones on.
it
is one note. (it comes)
from the
edges of the trees,
standing heat,
flying sound
like an echo's solar footprint
(and i hear it
come).
it beckons me,
ringing voices
in my ears
just
always out of reach (and)
hums on
into eternity...
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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