Spring Night

Graciously lingering vernal zephyr, alluring thalassic temptress

Nocturne-filled lungs, kinetic rhapsody

A sweet perfume of night-blooming jasmine and cloying car exhaust

Beat feet thumping on friendly pavement

Thoughts dither and diffuse, lost in the enormity

A cacophony of insects chirping amorously way

Life shifting and pulsing so seamlessly in every direction

What a night to be alive and experiencing this sensory extravaganza

What a night to be outside

Especially by the water

A river, a lake, the bay

Fucking A. Fucking A. Fucking. A!


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