A Poem Just For You
A cicada climbs a sycamore
once every seven years or so
to sing for the moon.
So slip underground awhile
and then when you are good
and ready come out and sing
"High on a Rocky Ledge."
The years are time
for the soul's gestation
like a long hibernation
that sweetens the tune.
The moon can wait.
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