Summer in my River Town

how to explain, then
the low bellow of a barge in the distance
heard beyond the creak of the porch swing
with wood still damp from morning dew
and the world beyond covered in a hazy shimmering veil
another slow and quiet start to a hot day
already covered in sticky humidity
but shivering because the sun remains
a dim shadow behind the fog

how to tell you, now
of blinding sunlight and skin hot to the touch
cool lemonade and Led Zeppelin days
little relief indoors from out
until bare feet touch wet grass and neck arches to moon and stars
turning not once stiff but when a bat swoops down low
to lightening bugs illuminating a rhythm
that has lodged itself inside my bloodstream
growing to be a part of me

-L

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