a concept of the night
the smell of the gasoline
from the motorbike in front
of us wafts through
the air conditioning & a light
fog settles over the hills
tonight, the cicadas buzz
in the trees & bushes—-
it’s humid yet mild, perfect
summer weather to lay
in the grass, talk, stargaze,
& dream
Very well written. This poem drops me right into the scene, counting the stars.