Fiction? | Non Fiction?




I Know Where the Summer Goes

They whisper it along the town’s streets
on late Thursdays and in
wide August flower fields

You wonder how it will feel
to not see him anymore

They’ll tell you anything —
just don’t leave them alone on
the store front stoop
with only cigarettes and a cooling sun

Someone is shining a thought
into your eyes and you’ll smile for days
even as they all start waving goodbye

I never heard that secret
I still miss the middle of July
I haven’t gotten use to eating
dinner in the dark

They offer to tell me
where the summer goes
but I always say no
while reaching reluctantly for my morning jacket

Everyone is writing letters from college
You wish he was with you,
but someone new
is knocking at your heart,
is walking you through the Fall