Summer break is official, and there has been no small amount of rejoicing in heaven as a result.
Night Island
The breeze is
your just-washed shirt
and the sharp twinge of bug repellent,
oxygen rich with layered sounds
offered in the half-dark
to a still world.
My breath joins the vapor of light rising
to break against the star-speckled bowl,
soaking into a jeweled horizon.
Below,
A castle of monkey bars,
deserted by its youthful daytime defenders,
stands regardless,
pinned down to the tree-lined background,
engulfed by night air
and no light turns it to shadow.
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