Poetry

Earth Husk

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Abandoned shell,

Earth dreams left burrowed deep behind.

Coupling song midst brood-world trees,

Mortal sirens the far beckoning stars…

Here in the Smoky Mountains cicada Brood X is prepped to shatter our evening quiet once again.

Courtesy US Forest Service

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