sara Etgen-Baker Poet Free verse

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poem written based upon this image--for online poetry class

MAESTRO'S BATON

At dusk, the cicadas rise,  
tiny bronze lanterns  
warming in the branches.  
Their song begins low,  
a tremble of earth-heat  
and summer breath.

And there~ 
in soft cotton pajamas  
printed with moons and small brave stars~  
a little boy steps onto the porch  
as if onto a stage  
built just for him.

He lifts a wooden spoon  
like a maestro’s baton,  
solemn in the way only children  
can be solemn  
when the world finally listens.

The cicadas hush,  
then swell~  
a shimmering chorus  
of wings and ancient rhythm.  
He nods once,  
and they follow,  
obedient as any orchestra  
that knows genius when it sees it.

The night glows around him,  
silver-soft,  
the moon leaning closer
to watch this small conductor  
shape the wild into music.

And when he lowers his spoon,  
the cicadas quiet  
with reverence~  
their final notes drifting  
into the waiting dark.

The boy smiles,  
bare feet on cool porch wood,  
pajamas glowing faintly  
in the moonlight.  
He has conducted the night,  
and the night  
has bowed.

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