Cicadas

Cicadas

on hot summer nights
the humming of cicada wings
almost kept you awake, even as you
shifted your body across the sheets
trying to find a cooler spot,
not soaked in your own sweat.
Your rode your bike out
the old Prairie Path to Elgin,
the heat shimmering off the old
railroad tracks they hadn’t removed
yet as they ran out of money.
the trees were covered in cidadas,
luminescent wings shimmering
in the humid heat, the glare
of reflected sunlight burning your eyes.