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God, Seed

Poetry by Rebecca Foust  :  Images by Lorna Stevens

No. 24  :  Fall/Winter 2009

 
Crickets at Lakemont Park

The crickets are sounding a catastrophe
outside my window, reminding me
of the painted tin clickers whose tongues

we’d arc and release, consolation prizes
for the perennially rigged ring toss,
that huge stuffed orangutan getting more

moth-eaten every year, smell of sweat
and hot axel grease, gear eating gear when
the paint-peeling rolly coaster creaked

its way up and plunged past the carousel,
the real crickets’ jig-chorus racket
in the long-limbed grass where we spread

our thin blanket.  Then the carnival light
and crackle would fade, then I’d arc
and release again and again. Your hands,
your tongue, the cricket-sung, grass-sweet dark.

 
  — Originally published in Spoon River Poetry Review.

 

Crickets at Lakemont Park
 

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