Summer Night

by Zinnia

The cicadas play jazz 

And the frogs sing along

Just as familiar 

as the songs from the Bluetooth speaker 

that disconnected a while ago 

The nights where,

we idle 

Til we’re out of gas

Time droops like Spanish moss

Maybe the water in the air adds some traction 

Our distance dissolves readily with the ice in the cooler,

Familiar and effortless.

Our identities shift and meld,

Electric conversations spark silent lightning from clouds

Like our laughter  

Took the place of thunder

The sun slips away without us noticing

We forgot we needed eyes

Even the bugs land and rest a little longer.

When there’s no rush to move