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Dinner with Cicadas - Sept. 2, 2026

  • Gary Hunter
  • 15 hours ago
  • 1 min read

I served a summer meal once,

under our backyard tree

on a tolerable night in July

 

imagine a restaurant

with hard of hearing patrons,

packed around tables,

screaming at each other,

 

what did he say?

what did they say?

what did you say?

 

imagine that

times

a hundred

 
 
 

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