Revenge of the Cicadas
Born during the Reagan Administration,
we lived invisible to each other.
Until now.
Their parent's incarnation was opaque;
I was outside nature then
for nightclubs don't have seasons.
Though who can begrudge this summer rental?
Seventeen years underground gives reason to sing
though I wish someone had told me
to bring earplugs along.
And if their song displeases?
Then let its intended audience judge:
God and female cicadas.
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