Cicada Serenade
sticky, sultry evenings of late summer droplets of sweat mingling in body crevices an open door offering no relief as the air hung heavy from weighted clouds the only sound, that of whirring fans and the serenading of cicadas as they make love before singing themselves to death Copyright © 2023 Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing All Rights Reserved Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets