Doctor Grandma

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

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