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A matinee in lazy August simmer:
My friend and I could not believe how soon
The earth would move. The theater lights grew dimmer,
Popcorn cracked, and on the screen swelled Moon-
Rise Kingdom's string-besotted score.
We sighed, three months past graduation's leap:
A movie montage, rooms boxed up for dorms.
The credits rolled and children stirred from sleep.
That night, the Perseids burned above the west.
This meteor shower signaled shifting seasons,
A suite of needles piercing at my rest,
Insomniac humming moonrise melodies in
Minor keys. A hug. A wayward joke.
A wave. A fade.
Like smoke.
A summer's day.
About the Creator
Gideon L
Nonbinary Asian-American writer and slacker living in the Southwest US. Creator and defender of terrible puns.
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