misremembered love

ghosts
of summer rain
up,
around, and
over me
like a million fireflies laughing
on a hot dusty breeze.


...sweetness,
captured 'neath linden trees sagging under
the volume of cicadas...


and night slides
through, awakening 
dreams...

and old fears too.


and
I smile deeply
into
her eyes
with delight,
finding
infinity
smiling right back:

oh this crazy love
we share:
my beautiful Tanty
and me.