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Cicada hatches,
Climbs cement
Back bend becoming
Another form.
Grub no more
Not brown, but palest
Translucent green,
Wings parachute packets
Pulse unfold.
A stick to grasp
Then bark, onto the old tree,
Mother, nurse, joiner of worlds,
This summer water fat,
Rejoicing in day.
Climbing to sing of
Love and longing,
Briefly to defy death,
Earthen past gone as never was,
Ecstatic in sunlight.
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without this song of summer? -gene.
Be always safe,
Karen
Process and progress handled with skill and delicacy and infused with richness of spirit, both yours and the little beauty, "palest translucent green," observed. Just gorgeous.
John
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