My shirt sticks and my ears are off

there’s silent music in my head

my back barely cool from the crossbreeze

and I have thoughts of cold carbonation

Today is a melting day

humid, sticky, and lethargic

I wait for the ice to form

wheels on damp pavement

roar of the bridge

gypsies gather across the river

I’m headed that way

I felt the drops earlier

a short downpour

then it stopped

the clouds look menacing

the sky darkens and night begins to fall

The night air

warm honeysuckle scented

the moon high and bright

the fireflies alight

one quarter cup
is all that’s left
this morning

Moths swirl. Ants bite.
There is no peace for me
here tonight.