The low hum of summer
escaping through the air
underpins each person's dreams
equally without artifice
or judgement
The summer vibration
has its own story
being told in its way through,
its own way through
And all of us fellow travelers
have already bought our tickets
The itinerary yet
to be told
Music comes
into the mind like a cricket
singing to herself
It almost seems too fragrant
this end of summer breeze
like the day before
your lover leaves for college
and you both gaze out the doorway
at the last rays
