dream of summer evening

Late summer evenings,

Rocking chair on the porch, white paint peeling

A sticky neck from the day’s humidity

And storm clouds on the horizon.

The big old maple tree out back

Where we played when we were kids.

Heavy with our secrets

Heavy with our stories,

And our lonely secret summer love.

Rain on the roof above

Beneath the red and navy quilt,

Squares soft like skin

We had a dock.

It was summer.