CicadaSummer


Oh and again

The gnawing started

That sweet cicada

Song of summer

That raspy buzzing

Sound that takes

Me all the

Way back then

Remember those days

Those melodious memories

Cocktails and stars

And those fireworks

Off the pier

Many years ago

All those were

Long before we

Ever even knew

Who we were

Or would become

Separate each other

Dogged summer days

As brittle as

All the photographs

Kept in books

All those days

So long ago