sneaksy

I started a sestina, but you can't read it yet...


The eggs and plans were laid, they have been waiting
For the summer curling wet heat, and now, seventeen
Years later, the incubation is finished, and they are falling
Undone and climbing out into the wild sunshine grass.
They crawl slowly, till they fly lazy like dragons floating
Through a bamboo forest on winds colored hazy gray twilight.

It was after that careful planning that he lead me in the twilight
Through the quiet, undulating park, that rested, waiting,
For us to awaken it with our cries near the pond of floating
Leaves and candles. That cicada summer, I was seventeen,
As ready to waken my body as the larva under the grass