in bed

there’s a loud concert
tonight
just outside the window
cicadas have gathered
in the camellia bush
singing loudly
to the moon
maybe
they’re telling her
how we sounded
the rainy nights
we left the window open
or
it could be
that they are complaining
i’ve been neglectin’ them
for
secret swappin’
with the fireflies
whatever it is
if the raucous doesn’t cease
i’ll have to take
my confessions elsewhere
- i am
considering
the silent
moth