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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

A summer night

A locust splits his skin and bursts free

Into a brand new existence.

He sits in the tree and sings his song of triumph.

From the porch I wait and listen

Trapped in my skin, my life.

I sit in the rocker and hum an old folk tune.

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2 comments:

  1. That was sweet! Also, it had a calm feel to it. Very nice, Lee Ann.

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  2. Thanks Linda. Listening to the locusts on a summer evening is a very sweet and calming thing to do.

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