We are staying up late,
waiting for that cool of the night to make it possible for us to sleep
But it doesn't come
It is September
and the cool doesn't come
air thick
humid
a blanket smothering our desire to act
we want to breathe
to move
to hear the birds and crickets chirp
but it doesn't come
we wait
will next week reach the promised lows?
or do I pull out my summer clothes once more
