'The Nights Of The Cicadas' alex andreyev © |
we spent the shards for immediacy, those regards
then the nonchalance(s), ensconcements, inducements
and slew of rents our heads were consumed with keeping
the parts of us needed to be deemed sane, though
what we did to live was laid out besides our insides
side of the street, beat bones fleshy rhythms and exhales
wheel spins, we lead, follow, experience through circumstance
as need for reason dies and infant joy does indeed dance ...
we found these cicada ghost shells
all along the alley
as we walked home
south of canal street
with a rain
just beginning
to make
our steps
a little more
aware of how
where we are now
wears us best
laughing in baptisms
and things we bleed
to breathe with
EJR ©
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