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I wonder why and how cicadas sing in unison as they do

their loud hum rising and falling as it does almost

as one, as if led by a tuxedo-wearing conductor

a flash mob of them hidden in their various perches

in tree and shrub joining their voices in chorus.

I wonder too whether I will notice their

closing performance before autumn falls

whether there is an actual last day and if so when

it might be and finally whether or not I will

ever stop my wondering and if so why.

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