magicicada
seventeen years, i have waited for this.
lying in wait for one perfect summer.
i’ll charge into the daylight with a scream
after a lifetime of silence.
and you never even knew i was here
until the second you wished i was gone.
but i was designed unafraid.
i know what i came here to do.
and i will fly in the face of danger
so long as it serves my purpose.
i don’t ask for mercy;
i just ask for this moment.
from dirt i came, to dirt i will return.
and you’ll forget me, in time.
but i am omnipresent; i am life-giving.
and i’ll ask for nothing in return,
just for one perfect summer.
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This really reframes the annoyance that I know we’ve all felt. I love it!
I know I’ve definitely felt it. Glad you liked it!
The Major Tom of cicadas, I thought. I love it
Thank you!
I enjoyed your poem.