Saturday, September 07, 2013

Poem of the Cicadas

First summer I've had a car in several years 
Maybe that's the only reason I'm noticing: 
Driving around with the windows open,
The sound of cicadas is as steady as traffic noise.
I've always noticed the hum of them late in summer, 
Along with the cricket chirps of evening
But this is the first time I can remember the sound of cicadas 
Following me everywhere I go, 
The volume almost constant
As if every tree in every neighborhood 
had the exact same number of cicadas. 
If only they lit up at night,
What a sight that would be

1 comment:

Kirsty Vittetoe said...

Lovely!!!!!