we sat on the porch,
or i sat and she stood
on the step below so
our hair flew together when the wind blew.
the sun was gone from the first day of fall.
we marked the season glibly with our summer favorites:
wind chimes up late, blowing bubbles to the stars,
and the sun’s fleeting heat, hanging thick but thinning in the
i listened for the crickets and cicadas.
right on time – nothing.
i’d take the mosquitos, too
for a vampiric eternity of summer nights.
she played cinderella, i slapped my neck, willful,
then hugged my knees to my chest against the chill.