We Heard the Cicadas Sing
by Victor Riehl

And then I heard the cicadas sing
Their plaintive Provençal cry
Across the chalky peaks of Les Alpilles
Through the pines
to the cliffs of Les Baux.

And I stood alone
Among the ancient stones
Beside the sparkling stream
The eons-old Roman dam.

And then she heard the cicadas sing
Finally we knew
After so long a journey
So fruitless a search
We'd found our home.


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