he cicadas flood my morning
with urgency
An instinctive city noise-

That blankets all others.

A percussive concert of one note

Striking

It will wake you up, I promise.

Good morning Fiona

Am I crazy, Fiona ?
On my walks when I see monarchs
I say
“Hello Beautiful” (no one else around, don’t worry)

Why does my ‘third act’
feel like
only the beginning?!!!