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SUMMER, AND CICADAS

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SUMMER, AND CICADAS

for Paul

Summer, and the cicadas have gone mad, 
singing out their ending lives with the deafening din 
of a train that envisions the wreck. I, in my
wintering time have more enduring songs to sing 
in this "sad, old world," as my grandmother 
would say, walking in her farmhouse flower garden, 
bearing the sorrow of a husband, and a cherished 
daughter, gone too sudden and, too soon.

In the present place of peace and comfort I have 
somehow, against all odds, managed to create, 
a former life greets guests to an island retreat: "Welcome 
to the Middle Ages" say candelabra, hundred-year-old 
chairs and medieval tapestries, better hung in some
hushed and darkened cathedral  There's no wicker here, 
just a retro flicker from another era.  My "Pro Clean" 
guy, accustomed to this paradox, has laundered carpet  
chosen feckless white, replaced, now, with sensible 
green, gleaming clean from his expert efforts.  

He's come again--"The usual?" he asks, eyes 
holding mine a heartbeat too long. He's two years
divorced from a young wife who walked, a mother who 
deplored dates with an older woman.  How Cool!,
thought I, and he's met with my inquire, "Seeing her 
yet?" No, the reply, as he turns on his heel, "But
we got along..."  End of story? No, not quite.  

Slow fade to a question made: "Are you looking 
for a date? I'm charmed by confidence, his bold audacity, 
the final tenacity when he heads for his truck, 
"If you change your mind, give me a call."  But, "MAY 
I?"  Happy, Sappy!, My end of the seesaw's weighty; 
he's forty, I'm eighty.  Still in the game?  More or 
less, I guess, but where does it end?  I'll tell you, 
my friend: "Red Rover, Red Rover," it's when 
no one comes over.





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  1. Date: 10/12/2011 2:51:00 PM
    nice diction...nice construction...nice poem..everything is nice in this poem