Poem 16

Thick night air

humidity hanging low,

creating cones of moisture

below the street lights.

Crickets charm their mates lazily,

thunder rumbles in the distance,

and lightning jumps from cloud to cloud,

like children jumping on a bed.

The world sleeps around me

as I listen to and observe

the end of summer.


Eve Remillard


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