cicada night song
echoes through my stone
pillow
the shrill crying fills
empty spaces in my soul
stars candle our communion
©Susie Clevenger 2020
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There were cicadas in New Mexico. Every summer we would hear them. I'm dreadfully insectophobic, but I didn't mind them. They were big, slow-moving things that kept to themselves rather than flying at people like some insects have a tendency to do.
ReplyDeleteI like the way the original echoes in your tanka, Susie, and the sounds of the cicada are coupled with the line 'stars candle our communion'.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done
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