I wrote this in 2004. For some reason, it's my husband's favorite...
The 17-year cicada emerges from the earth
ascending to the trees, to the sky
All for the purpose of finding one mate
a moment of passion before they die
I awake to the sounds of their frantic call
The voice of the males' desire
Which female will choose to engage
and set his soul on fire?
Their dizzying bodies crash against me
Their dead bodies scattered on my path
Some fly aimless as if drunk on love
Some still desperate for love's bath
Many complain about these pesty creatures
Yet I'm enchanted by their quest
Their continuous buzz excites me
And I long to reach their crest.
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