LP No. 18 Patience

the gentle
rumble of
fireworks
roll
in the distance;

a firefly
rises right
before your eyes; &

sweaty nights
sink
into
sticky
afternoons,

and the cicadas…
they sing,
so sweet.

so sweet.

though frost still
haunts magnolia
perfumed air,
summer’s bounty
awaits
you,

&
me too.