Mark A Fisher

 cicadas

walking through

suburban wilderness

there is the calling of birds

in the stifling summer heat

as things unknown

slither through grass

and splash into ponds

or flutter invisibly

between green oak trees

while the oppressive buzzing

forms acoustic beats

that form lazy waves

to flow like tides

across this tiny island

in a sea of streets

and houses closed up

silent to the cicadas

listening only to

their own songs