mjblathers

dark poet who loves to laugh

cicadas

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quiet

a decade and a half and more

seventeen years underground

and then

a hummed eruption

thousands climbing

millions

scaling trees

shedding exoskeletons

emerging hundreds of millions

red eyes, dark thorax

billions of orange wings

vibrating a low hum

building, churning

roiling the air

beating, drumming

a constant, incessant

thundering

enticing

birds, raccoons and frogs

to gorge

as cicadas gorge

mutual frenzy

of sound and feasting

devouring

death

and then

again

quiet

for seventeen years

underground

so children

grow not believing

the stories of tumultuous

sound

of billions of

cicadas

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Author: mjnordgren

as a retired physician, i have needed to talk with many persons about end of life. And then I cared for my husband for more than five years.

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