9/13/18
i find myself at this park during the nighttime often. it’s as if i forgot what crickets sound like. a late summer evening sends my mind wandering.
the voices will fade
night breeze steals away the time
the end of summer
with one cricket chirp
green slowly fading to gold
reminds me im old
a dull spot in black
how i swirl around in it
longing for your spark