Harmony
In the fading summer light
cicadas swallow sounds in song,
filling the air with a slow,
pulsing rhythm.
We sit facing one another
on a weather-worn deck,
absorbing the notes
reverberating around us
in a harmonious tune.
Here we are, together again,
a family again,
listening to the sound of
of our past.
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