"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Dog Day Cicada
The guys sawing cement bricks next door must be at lunch, because I can hear the first cicada of the year now out back somewhere. The dog days are here.
2 comments:
Love that sound. The Cicadas. Not the brick sawing. Heh.
Nature's little maracas.
;-)
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