A Conceit of Insects

Of all my poems
not one’s as piercing
as the cicada’s cry—*

*’round these parts (luckily
for me) it’s mostly crickets

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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One Response to A Conceit of Insects

  1. tankawanka says:

    John, an excellent addition to the cicada canon.


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