The Locusts Have Eaten
I saw my shoulders drop
When your taillights faded
Around the bend, and then
It was all green.
The cicadas were screaming.
Their cries matched my mine —
A deafening numb, and then
It was all black.
I woke in the afternoon,
Sweaty and disoriented,
With sand in my lungs, and then
It was all over.
Still all I see is you.
Everywhere, in every thing.
How do I reason with shadows
When there are so many of them
And only one of me?
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I love the turn “When there are so many of them/And only one of me?”