Nights in the Dawn of Summer

nights in the dawn of summer

when it’s still light past nine

there is no temperature

and everything is beautiful

driving past neighborhoods

catching the scent of grilling still

hanging in the windless air

transitioning seamlessly into

honeysuckle, then nothing

nothing but clean purity

with a hint of freshly awakening vegetation

all under a completely clear sky

dotted with the occasional twinkle

an ombre of rich orange outlining 

the black distant clusters of woods

becomes deepening shades of blue and indigo

as your eyes follow it up into


classic rock theme music escorts you

as you glide and seem to make no noise

seem to have no car

no body


just existence and observation

and nothing can touch you as you melt into the night



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