Prairie Poetry   
  Midwestern Sea

In an ancient croak
A million cicadas sing
Only to me.

There was no one else around.
No light bulbs to change,
No sink to unplug…

Stare at sky with its face of torture…
Smell its tears
From miles away.

My birthday has just gone and someone brought
June back to me.

Mother Nature’s present, she gave me the
Midwestern sea.

  Maria A. Vega
  Copyright © 2008 Maria A. Vega
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