The Last Summer Night

Before the summer ends,
I go out tonight on this bright
moonlight.

I woo the gravity of the ground.
Magnetize the cold wind.
Shake the dirt in my mind.

Waiting for the coming dawn,
I lean myself on the soft couch.
Catching the sounds of crickets from afar.

 

2020

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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