Shillito Park
I feel your breath on my lips
As I count each and every cicada
Climbing its way up the trees.
I would normally recoil–
Cower away, and duck and cover
But I just stare.
They come out of hiding after years.
Looking for their mate,
Wanting to feel love at least once
Before they shrivel up and die.
And my god,
They came to the right place.
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OBSESSED!!!