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The Dwindling


03.12.14 Posted in today's words by

Barbara McNinch lives in Rocky Point NC.

The Dwindling
By Barbara McNinch

Cicadas sing
slow
end of summer
songs
half-hearted
ready for the end.
Down drift
their husks
as one
by
one
they give up.
The summer is gone.

 



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