Cicadas
1.
when we were children
we collected the skins
left behind
on the trunks
of trees
2.
when I was young
my father
called them locusts
and
I didn’t
question him
3.
they seem
much louder
now
that summer
is almost gone
James Babbs has been writing for most of his life but he still manages to learn new things. He has written hundreds of poems and a few short stories and has even had a few of them published. More recently James has been indulging in writing haiku with a certain amount of success. He still thinks about writing a novel someday but that just seems like an awful lot of words.
