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As the pandemic recedes, poems return
all proud of themselves
for surviving the plague
and puffed up with ego
for crawling out with the cicadas.

Now that is a funny word–

Is it sicada or kikadas
or something hissing
like a cricket

No matter. The poetry lives
on in our lives, beautiful
earth tones that wake us
from our deep slumber
and moves us toward light..

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