I'm waiting for the cicadas
to, um...
do whatever a cicada does on a summer night.

I'm waiting for the watermelon juice
running down
making everything too sticky in the sun.

I'm waiting to sneeze
as the dust from flowers, pollen,
fills my nose and gets angry.

I'm waiting for the brook to babble,
the trees to sway their new dresses made of fresh leaves and buds,
I'm waiting for this.
...And more.