The Seventeen Year Itch Poem by Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

The Seventeen Year Itch

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The cecada eternal humming returns
To us after being buried so long.
It runs incessantly day and night
Like an old fan belt in a car.
Love's trials reminds me of this
Old fan belt. But where must I look
For love? Beyond the knolls and reeds,
That overlook the rivers and streams,
Or deep under the swirling currents
Where the smooth rocks sleep,
If I look well.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written June 29,1996 walking down nature's road nearing my home,
it came to me, once again the muse.
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Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

Elizabeth Fontaine Grieco

Montreal, Quebec, Canada
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