One summer night. A little after rain
When water from the rooftop slaps the stair
And cars pick up a spray along the street
I have some tea. Outside, a distant train
Sends blasts of longing through the county air
And lightning bugs, more delicate, repeat
And phosphoresce. And one remembered pain,
No longer master of its broken lair
Is finally unable to compete
With peaceful nights. Though memories remain,
The season ushers in a diff'rent reign,
Reclaiming tenderness as its domain.


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Its everlasting roulette.
Someone loses, someone wins.
It's nice to remember,
Sometimes nicer to forget.
The flash of night and day
Passing the picket fence of time
Is just life's hypnotic way,
Just inevitable fate
Until we reach the gate.