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Road trip pt 2

Hello from a deafening and wifi-enabled campground in South Dakota! The cicadas here have no chill and are holding us all as aural prisoners. They started in around sunset and I thought it would be like how birds make a racket at sunset (and rise) and then would simmer down a bit but it’s 9:46 and here we are. 752 more words

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Cicada Symphony

Each evening

I sit in gathering shadows

listening for the nighthawk’s peet,

the owl softly hooting.

Peering into the dense cottonwood canopy

I await the symphony… 1,459 more words

Poems

Cicada season

8 months.

8 months since I’ve seen your face. Heard your voice. Laughed with you. Touched your skin. Kissed your lips.

It’s cicada season. My very favorite time of year. 290 more words

JUL 11 : 192/365

Again and again, the cicada’s untiring cry

pierced the sultry summer air,

like a needle at work on thick cotton cloth.

-Yukio Mishima

I had planned to be all creative today and upload a video for my Project 365. 

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Photography

Cigales

Explaining prime numbers-

Daughter interrupts ~

Drags me back down the hill.

Poetry

Dry

dry sand
the cicada’s
song silenced

Writing

Oh So Softly

no the birds sing
the cicadas just buzz
while clouds

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© Steve Mitchell 2018

Poetry