August Heat

I’ve been challenging myself to craft poems that are written in a moment about the moment they were written in. Here’s today’s effort.

Cicada

In this Heat

The insects
lost among

the green leaves
sing, a sound

like chains
ripped over

the jagged
teeth of stone.

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