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