Dark Memories
Locusts buzz Missouri
Missouri Missouri
In the trees above.
Their empty shells
cling to thin bark
Like cast off suits
of armor—
Hinged with sightless
moon eyes.
All night crickets
chirp like stars
And we lay on the
grass—
Too hot to go to bed
upstairs.
In the moonlight fat
bodied moths
With huge wings:
luna clear as
moonlight
polyphemous, with owlish blue eyes,
cecropia mottled with
gold
Sip from flowers that
scent the humid air.
We hear blinking of
lightening bugs
And the secret sound
of earthworms
Tunneling mazes below
our blankets.
And we listen to ears
of corn growing
In the Victory
garden.
Their silken threads
gossip of
Mayans and
Pottawatomis.
We can hear
The trumpet vine’s
brassy blare
And fox hounds baying
near Hinkson Creek
Far far away.
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