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CIcadas
April, 2020
Cicadas rev their drums, easy riders
blasting off. The crescendo deafens.
One wonders do they seek
bike mates beside another field,
or summoning with sound
stay in the heat of late
afternoon until a lover
dismounts and mounts
hidden in the drying field
suddenly silent while we gasp.
2020
Table of Contents
End of Time
Attention Must be Paid
I Cry All the Time
At Supper Time
Apples
Pandemia
Lockdown
Cicadas
Dogs
Morning
Sparrows
Mirrors
Stars in the Apple
Ominous the Silence
Another Birth
Day of the Dead
Conversations with my Tree
Some Time
Solstice 2020
More Poetry
The Agave Files
2021
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2001 - 2009
20th Century
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