Wednesday, March 07, 2012



I paced around, cooling down after a run, in my apartment parking lot.

As I did a U-turn, the cicadas to my right burst forth, as if some hidden motion sensor had triggered a diode switch. They provided a pulsating buzzing now in stereo, with a syncopated rhythm that would make for a catchy song.

I walked away, dripping sweat to the ground and bopping my head to the beat.

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