So long the post titled there,
so remember not the last I wrote,
spied the title, spied the target -
I crowed a bit before the night,
I silenced the fevered pitch of
dawn, another rain drop inches
toward the next tumble of drafts.
It's not so long before summer
ends, ends the sweat of tears,
ends the yawn of bugs, bugging
the terror, the long beating of heat
again not caring if you stay or
depart, the cicadas dare you to
leave the ivy porch.
So long the daring dear, dare to
make another poet stare in the
night, lastly the moon beams,
then looks blankly at craters -
sure you'll remember this night -
taking turns stopping here,
there for the rain will end,
the rain will end.
© 2016 Larry Ingram
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