Canto CCCXXII

An unheard poem infiltrates the ear
despite the pissed voices that drown it out,
just like cicadas that hatch on odd years,

time amplifies, there is no need to shout.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 20, 2012 @ 00:10:51

    I wish we had cicadas in London parks.
    I wish we had warm summer nights in which to listen to them.

    Reply

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