Say it’s not so
that sound that i hear
humming tunes that i fear
and what’s that i see
in the scene before me
a dry sculpted shell
of a locust…what the ‘L?
it’s just past July
my mind fairly cries
i need lots more time
and summer sunshine
what solace i find
in sunflowers is mine
so locusts, you stop
your late summer talk
my backyard’s all dressed
and dandied it’s best
so let me enjoy
my well deserved rest
BB'20
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