The Last Time
Passing trees
amid the hot concrete
going 75+:
Air is hot, humid
My lungs fill with cicadas
its that time now.
Every year when they come,
I remember my sister
Innocence has been lost
since they last
descended.
Passing trees
amid the hot concrete
going 75+:
Air is hot, humid
My lungs fill with cicadas
its that time now.
Every year when they come,
I remember my sister
Innocence has been lost
since they last
descended.