Night comes
and at first, cicadas,
their droning noise grinds to a crescendo,
then dwindles away,
Evening comes,
the sun is down,
but heat of August sun
remains,
white background noise
of insect calls
a quiet pitch continues.
The air conditioning broke tonight,
awakening childhood memories
of lying in bed, unable to sleep,
windows open to the night,
uncomfortable heat keeps me awake,
a bright moon rises
for her journey
across the darkened sky,
Animal sounds,
occasional siren,
slowly sleep,
enchanted dreams.
cfblack 08-26-2018