The scent of honey suckle is thick 
the sweetness in the air 
paired with the late evening heat

intoxicates me

We are buzzing 
Like the locust 
Who made thier scheduled appearance 

last time I heard them
I was barefoot and missing baby teeth
standing in the yard as my father pointed out 

it would be seventeen years till they came back again 

now here I am with you
older and far away from the place I first experienced the sound of summer erupting 

I think about you
Drinking as we stand 

I think about my father 
all those years ago 

he was drinking too