2004
by Corry Chapman
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the year she died
the summer she died
the cicadas had come weeks before
our daughter
picked them off the trees
she put one in my hand
vibrating electricity
after seventeen years
all summer
they kept coming
then they died too
and our daughter
said she is sending us a message
when we found a baby
white and soft
crawling through the million brown shells
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