Floundered
When the poems fall from their trees
or get knocked off your shoulder
like cicadas, expect that most
land buzzing loudly on their backs;
Some few will manage to flip over.
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This is wonderful, Vickie, and so timely!
That’s how I feel about my poetry the last year 🤕
Wonderful cicada poem!
lively and timely in more ways than one!
So well-put, and so true!
Laughing — very true!