SUMMER Poem: 9:39pm, by J.M. Theriault

the streetlights flicker
sterile on teenage
pavement. jutting
grasstaste, blades
softening, a haircut
lay, to be rainswept
away. through venetians
as luminated as liminal
a Hopper: my bedroom
universal, a seasoned
perfume. patience. not
a sound to be heard
and yet, there is music
from a past unencumbered
summer: a vacancy.

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