little daylight left
racing to finish mowing
cicadas draw nigh
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little daylight left
racing to finish mowing
cicadas draw nigh
Longing For Water 
You know, depending on perspective, this poem could almost sound like science fiction/horror. There you are, in the ruins of a future world, overrun with giant alien cicadas that come out at night. You have to hurry and mow the grass so they don’t have a place to hide and attack the compound you are in when it gets dark. It might make a good movie.
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That’s the beauty of the poetry genre. The readers are free to interpret a poem however it speaks to them. Glad that this poem got your creative juices flowing. Can’t wait to see your movie!
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