The Morning of the Last Day of Vacation the cicada bounces on the deck in aneruption of fierce ticking & electric expressionthe crow will not stop circling & cawingthe air is slathered with the scent of manurefarmland is near, ripe the knot of worry in my belly has eyesit’s looking up at me waiting for… Continue reading Poem 239 – The Morning of the Last Day of Vacation