My father, as a boy in Milwaukee, thought
the cicada's cry was the whir from a live wire--
not from muscles on the sides of an insect
vibrating against an outer membrane. Strange though
that, because they have no ears, no one knows why
the males cry so doggedly into the gray air.
Not strange that the young live underground sucking sap from tree roots
for seventeen years. A long, charmed childhood
not unlike one in a Great Lake town where at dusk
you'd pack up swimsuit, shake sand off your towel
and head back to the lights in the two-family houses
lining the streets. Where the family sat around the radio.
And the parents argued over their son and daughter
until each left for good. To cry in the air
2020
Regular
Contemporary
2023
Family
Memory & The Past
Poetic Form
Extended Metaphor
a metaphor that extends through several lines or even an entire poem
Sonnet
A poem with fourteen lines that traditionally uses a fixed rhyme scheme and meter.