Broken Summer

Three in the morning.

Slouched in a rocking chair.
Feet up on an island stool

With an old muscle shirt and
Boxer shorts on.

Ceiling fan drafting while
Beside a cup of heavily iced water
Sweats upon the window sill;

The window open:
Neither can the crickets
Sleep tonight.

Across the sliver of a road
The neighbor’s house light
Cuts through the humid night.

If tomorrow I had the courage
I would drive down to the southern
Lake and swim this broken
Summer away.

Till then I shut my eyes,
Slouched in the rocking chair,

Praying the humid night might
Drown the neighbor’s house light.

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10 thoughts on “Broken Summer

  1. Good job! You paint a relatable atmosphere with vivid imagery. Although the doubled night/light rhyming is a bit heavy, seeing as it’s the only end-rhyme. All in all however a nice piece.

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  2. Great description of a summer evening. I especially like the stanza
    “If tomorrow I had the courage
    I would drive down to the southern
    Lake and swim this broken
    Summer away.”

    Kudos!

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