Long Island Summer

The smell of honey suckle 

Overwhelming the night air

Damp and sweet

The familiar smell soothes me

I can hear the distant laughter

 Children I suspect; innocent

 But playing long after bedtime

The flicker of fire flies 

Illuminating what small space exists around them

I curl up a little tighter in my chair

with the passing chill of a long island summer breeze

and the crickets start to hum

their perpetual season tune 

I rock slightly 

As if I were keeping a beat for their song

Slightly I tilt my head back 

I admire the stars 

Losing count after somewhere around 72


I think to myself

"Is all I ever need"






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