another / another / another find 
cicadas left behind their carapace clutch
re-iterate evidence
that something clung in darkness
while skin split
without thought
hundreds of bodies that knew -
escape must
be endured
their unquestioned cyclical living
persistent until leaving was possible

to harvest the shells of cicada ghosts
my grip must be light / unnoticeable

fragile is close / endearing
it crackles at my finger tips
intricate singing of useless beauty

I detach the grip of abandoned protection
from bark of trees

but light

a crisp chuckle in soft hand
a last laugh / life sighing

poem by Jo Mariner / for life cycle of cicada see