November Cicada

Gary Hunter
Nov 14, 2025
1 min read

Do you hear him

trilling for love?

but only the ghosts of single

girls are there to listen

July through September,

days filled with love

nights of orgies

November in the mesquite tree,

he serenades empty branches,

pleads with a dull blue sky

a single insistent sound

a loneliness

so loud in the silence

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