Conversations (VII) — to the distance

Conversations (VII) — to the distance

Cicadas, deafening in the black oak.
But invisible. Turn the mind down:

It’s a late August still life.

Above the heart’s yard, all my chattering thoughts,
An invisible chorus, can’t travel the distance.

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