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Indian Summer Night

poem

Jim Esch
Sep 29, 2024

midnight church bells singing
lamps leak light
through closed curtains
night shimmers on windshields
as cars swoosh by
like rafts carried
down a rolling river

in the distance
firecrackers pop,
tires squeal,
street voices cry
crickets creaking
slower, quieter than August
barely hanging on

college girls linger
on the front porch,
giddy and drunk
then a door slams,
engines rev up,
farewells punch a hole
in the night wall

when all is quiet,
I fade and tumble
into murky sleep
and dark dreams
while acorns fall
on car hoods
unseen, unheard

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

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