| Last Cicada of Summer Long slanting liquid sun of late afternoon. Equinox sun fast approaching. Black jagged shadows of too tall grass blades cut the sidewalk. I wait for the perfect amber light as ripe settings for camcorder captures of this amber little town. Pennies on the sidewalk. I must have had a hole in my pocket. No telling how long they’ve been there- the slanting light finds their edges and reveals them to me. Jeweled insect from your barrett sparks red by my feet. Little ruby stones flame from the gilded afternoon. I am so happy to have found you! Last cicada of the summer. written September, 2000 |