I thought about the three
in the pool and somehow
I keep coming back
to brown shoes and old
age. I was there, and
I did see it, and
who ever said that nature
is silent? She asked me
to write her a poem
and I did. It's funny
because I don't think
they're actually playing.
Hilarity ensues;
cicadas dog-day their
seventeen-year dirt dive.
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