Tim Cronin

Rookie (1-21-90 / Delco PA)

August - Poem by Tim Cronin

Eighth rent of the year
Either flood or drought(humid always)
Storms blow in and out
Moreover
Your cicadas warn, haply mocking at the end of their thirteen years
And start to paint the leaves at your end


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012



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