from “Renditions of Change” a work in progress

As any day, the cicada

sheds its skeleton

then sings once more

into the summer heat.

Each moment returns

to extract hope

from the smallest egg.

I find myself,

yet again,

at a beginning.

(March 1, 2019)

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