Friday, May 31, 2013


In the underground
quiet and unobtrusive
living in the dark
mostly ignored

but the love fest
is about to 

time to drop away
the outer shells
pull out those 
iridescent wings

emerge into the sunlight
to find love along 
the tree tops

producing a cacophony 
of song
looking for a mate, 

maybe two or three
spreading seeds for another
generation of cicadas

to hide for seventeen years
then rise again for the best
party above ground.

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