Cicadas And Spider Poem by Hans Ostrom
Cicadas And Spider
A cicadian chorus sings
in my circadian sleep. In a dream
I weep and laugh and weep
a little more. I knock on a door.
Who opens it is a spider playing
four violins. "Why, come in, "
says the spider. "You're just in time."
"For what? " I ask.
"For to be yourself, to tap a drum,
to have some have some have
some fun." That's what's left
us in the the end: a chance
at fun, and then....
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