Listening
Listening
By Annmarie Lockhart
I've been listening for a little while ...
The cicadas have been late this year.
Usually by the 4th of July, and often by the 1st,
I hear their summersong scales
heralding the easy days of simple.
But the prima donnas have been late this year.
The rain and cool and flu held on,
the 1st, 4th, and 10th all came and went.
I listened but heard no humid humming
to accompany ice cream lunches and iced tea sunburns.
The lazy SOBs might have thought it best
to hang back a while and see
if summer would ever really start.
I've been listening for a little while ...
but wait ... that might be them ... summer's finally here.
By Annmarie Lockhart
I've been listening for a little while ...
The cicadas have been late this year.
Usually by the 4th of July, and often by the 1st,
I hear their summersong scales
heralding the easy days of simple.
But the prima donnas have been late this year.
The rain and cool and flu held on,
the 1st, 4th, and 10th all came and went.
I listened but heard no humid humming
to accompany ice cream lunches and iced tea sunburns.
The lazy SOBs might have thought it best
to hang back a while and see
if summer would ever really start.
I've been listening for a little while ...
but wait ... that might be them ... summer's finally here.
Posted by Annmarie at 7/19/2009 10:33 PM 
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart summer
Categories: today's words, vox poetica originals
Tags: Annmarie Lockhart summer
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