Before the well anticipated menace of horror season.
Before the jack-o-lanterns.
I find myself in the heat of adventure as
Lonely streets welcome me.
Blocks lined with willow trees,
Lend aid to Nebuchadnezzar’s wrath.
It smells of summer,
As I soak in the heatwave’s embrace.
Finding the sweet spot,
I ride the wave of nostalgia.
Long gone care free days
When I’d bounce along.
Sure of greatness ahead,
Glasses, acne, left hand holding a bag of candy.
The scenic route in any season,
Whenever it calls.
Trudie
8/16/25
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