window open
even though it’s warm
too warm, perhaps, but I indulge myself
summer sounds drifting in
fireworks in the distance and radios
people talking and I can hear every word
smells of cookouts, backyard fires
loud motors
and then quiet
a hush before the next car passes
late, late spring night
where are we going
nowhere, somewhere but not everywhere
not tonight
I would only close the window
there was a reason and I only have one
therefore I imagine what is yet to be
and consider we’re all lacking
I am at least
so I dream