Cicada Feet by Raymond A. Foss
High in the trees After subterranean slumber Your song exalts Summer heat
I found you By the path Underfoot Alone
I reached, Pushed dust Before you Damp flesh From exertion Touched cellophane wing
Alien life Black body Abandoned cigar butt Hammerhead Eyes Clear cape Black ribbing
You climbed - Tip, knuckle Back of hand Lunar landscape Tentative High stepping
Soft hairs Sawgrass feet Scrape, slide Fall to earth
9/19/03 14:00, edits 9/19/03 18:40 – 19:50 Edits a combination of mine and input from Roberta Woods, particularly addition of second line about pupal stage and line about body like a cigar butt Further edits 9/22/03, on 3rd stanza
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