I remember Virginia
standing in a big meadow
at ten past day
watching the lightning in the distance
so far that it framed the horizon
dancing in orange shots
down in the valley-city below.
I watched the stars
come out and dance
a planet rise, a planet fall,
a plane go by full
of people looking down
at the beauty they could barely see.
The cicadas echoed the hum of my heart
as I stood there in the big meadows
hiding from the world.
The cicadas were my heart
when I thought of you.
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