Poetry · Writing

Summer Nights

Chasing cars

blasting past

night- mare’s stampede through interludes chaining lamp post to flaming wheels and hooves.

Sout – hern – lights

flashing back to those

su – m – mer nights

chasing love with

all – our – might

I’ll see you

chances are

be rain then shine

see you in the morning

baby leaves me high

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