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Suburban Summer Nights



Evening falling and cicadas

So loud you could still hear them

Above the air conditioners

First fireflies signal night

To kids on bikes

racing sundown home

With spokes snapping playing cards

Attached via clothespins

The occasional smack at a mosquito

And dogs barking

Screen doors slamming on their springs

With the rare late arrival

The final garage door rolling down

Kids washed to bed but still revved

Until to their dismay they conk out

Sighs of relief and release

Within many of the houses

And long after midnight

An iconic train whistle

Accents predawn calm

To be broken

When the tossed news

Slaps cement

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