Cicadas.
The drone of summer in Tucson, 100+ degrees outside my duplex. Writing again. Updating CV, feeling like I just landed from outer space and this body is brand new to me. I am thankful for all the places I've been, the great poets I've read alongside, the vistas and valleys I've seen from the plane window. But for now, I am enjoying the serenity of being trapped indoors with books to read, music to download, and a book length poem to finish. I put my hands up in front of me wondering if I am really in one place again.
The drone of summer in Tucson, 100+ degrees outside my duplex. Writing again. Updating CV, feeling like I just landed from outer space and this body is brand new to me. I am thankful for all the places I've been, the great poets I've read alongside, the vistas and valleys I've seen from the plane window. But for now, I am enjoying the serenity of being trapped indoors with books to read, music to download, and a book length poem to finish. I put my hands up in front of me wondering if I am really in one place again.
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