They’re outside now, in the overgrown canal that separates the homes in this Suffolk Park settlement.
They sound like a thousand muted electric trains, miniature leaf blowers, baby generators – and howcome green tree frogs don’t draw breath?
Cucarachas. So much rythym, so many of ‘em.
Its a party out there -
Sufffo percussion
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it is a party. a full on orchestra, symphony, ho-down, hootenanny. i miss frogs…we don’t have frogs in my neighborhood. hawaiian pidgin poet joe balaz, in his spoken word album “electric laulau” gives “special thanks to the crickets of niu valley.” love that!