Un Cicada morte
lying on the pavement
among the leaves and petals.
The silver corpse, not grotesque,
only sad,
melancholy in the newly fall air.
20 September 2011
02 September 2011
etc.
Crickets in the evening after storm, after work, are calming. Reminds me that there is something more to this day.
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