Kansas Summer
A Pantoum
by Laura Miller
The patient thrum of an insect crowd
The air is alive with rattling hum
“This is home,” I think out loud
My heart has missed you, here I come
The air is alive with rattling hum
Cicadas tune up as the sun dips low
My heart has missed you, here I come
Home to seas of gold, where time moves slow
Cicadas commence as the sun dips low,
A glowing ball in an empty sky
Kissing seas of gold as time moves slow
It is quietly lively as evening draws nigh
A glowing ball, an enormous sky
The patient thrum of a buzzing crowd
It is quiet, and lively as evening draws nigh
“This is home,” I think out loud
Laura is a Goshen College student studying Spanish and English, and an avid lover of theatre, linguistics and good food.
Photography by Kenneth Godoy