water cursive


my children write cursive
on stone
with stick pens
and creek water ink

I write something
less permanent
than this

the scribed love song

of a cicada
17 years underground
tasting tree roots
and silently digging

climbs from mud
and out of this faded skin
to fly one day
or two
before starvation
weakens wings

and gravity claims
that weight

again part of the soil

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22 thoughts on “water cursive

  1. Rhonda

    katy dids. that’s what we call them. love their song of summer, hate finding their skeletons all over the place. ugly they are, but to be admired for wanting to fly in order to die. much like the dragons i love so much. beautiful susan.

  2. I was just explaining to some Canadian friends what the 17 year locusts are like, what an incredible experience it is watching them emerge and literally “popping” out of the ground. This is a special pleaure known only to some of us.

    I like the way you include them here with the references to your children and their writing, the creek water, and your own creation. You know me, I love that kind of blending, that connecting with the elements and the elementals. And I really like your title.

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