late summer daydream
i watched the rain fall softly,
not a real storm,
more like a wedge driven
beneath the sun
to break the sweet summer heat.
lightning flashed,
thunder softly whispered in the sky,
as if afraid to startle the clouds,
into a real evening shower.
i raised my eyes through the warm sticky air,
and peeked through soft, wet lashes,
droplets fell from eyebrows,
bare feet pushed the swing.
I thought of you in the rhythm
and the sway of your lips.
My eyes closed gently
flashes of electric memory
played home movies,
behind eyelids in the afternoon.
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