Any Sympathetic Being
The fly does not read my paper headlines,
And the crickets plink night strings of scratchy wings,
Yet residences of this buggy house yearn
For peace from any sympathetic being.
Few care now for the lease on privacy,
Only repeating sounds of insanity.
Wearing fresh threads of an iridescent glow
Cicadas tune for the evening performance.
Author’s note: The famed Minnesota poet Robert Bly has had a huge influence on my writing and I have grown to love his poetic form, the ramage. The idea of this particular work was to share a sense of desperation one can sometimes encounter in the deep South as warm nights activate a symphony of pests.
““Sound loves to revel in a summer night.”
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