Cicada Song
The night insects began
to sing again last night.
I remember.
She said if I ever cry,
I will flood the world again.
Demeter in a blue pick-up,
follows the creek.
Eyes, Dublin blue, see beyond
summer sycamores
filled with singing cicadas.
She’s the last of the breed,
a heretic living at the foot of the cross,
hoping the cicada song
is true of resurrection.
4 thoughts on "Cicada Song"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
evocative and exquisite
Thank you
This is my favorite of all. Love it.
Thank you, Carole