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The Year of the Cicadas author: Lori
Category: Love
It was the year of the cicadas
when I last heard your raucous laughter
aimed at me.
Not with me-at me-
but I didn’t mind,
I’m sure you got it right.
You and the red eyed bugs
chortling in my direction
over some silly gesture
or sound that I sent your way.
I was in awe of you
and your forced independence
and reckless streak
and strength I saw
when you were as fragile
as a cicada
on its few days
on earth.
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