do you
remember
that
young
summer
evening
we sat
child like
on your
back porch
chicago dusk
settling
like charcoal
over our heads
while the
basil
you had just
planted
bloomed
earthy sweet
and me
small
blanket wrapped
tea drinker
knees pulled
close
to heart
looking to
the heavens
while jazz
syncopated
skyward
and you
slippered
nodding soft
contentment
there were no stars
because
light pollution
ate them but
apartment
windows
winked
gold
and the night
held us
sweetly enough
we did not
mind
i was so
happy
do you remember?
you were
happy too
i think
when
my hand
searched
for yours
finding it
soft
&
safe
we faced
the silent
unknown
slipping
into
black
velvet
folds
together
humming
jazz echoes
gently
into
the
silken
summer
sky
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