Solitude

The evenings stretch long

as we approach the solstice.

A battalion of weightless warships

stretches across a hazy horizon,

blockading cooler winds

from sweeping the sweltering Midwest.

Beneath the patchwork shadows,

the sweat-sweet smell of summer

tangles and twists in my hair

as sun and skin commune.

For a moment, I felt no stress.

I forgot about all of you.