the brigade of the cicadas
I’ve been waiting for the cicadas
to arrive
waiting for their sound
to replace the day’s
ordinary drone
I’ve grown accustomed to
when they arrive
I’ll be willing & able to join them
if not in song
then by in death itself
leaving behind a translucent shell
as someone else’s prize
june two thousand twenty-four
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