their skeletons discarded - v2

Round the giant spruce trees,
at the back of the yard
amber casings, transparent,
their skeletons discarded
shining in the morning sun

Their soundings, piercing
their shrill songs
up high in the canopy
the cicadas’ voices
sing a song of summer
the heat prodding them on

Already frozen, statuesque
the empty shells still clinging
blending in with the color
of the amber pitch
almost hiding in plain sight

Above the splash of the mud,
the dust of the needle litter
the pupae bursted,
their shells pointing
to their true homes
high in the treetops

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edited February 22, 2020
their skeletons discarded - v2

February 12, 2010
probably about 1972
57 Squawfield Road,
Westfield, M


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