This overcast morning,
the air wet with humidity
and noise, I mistook
the song of a locust
for machines, as she
struggled to be heard
over the ongoing moan
of air conditioners.
I fear this marks
the onset of some
strange mental illness
where soon I will hear
automobiles where
there is birdsong, and
mistake the cacklng squirrels
for lawnmowers.
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