And just like that,
the warm summer nights begin.
The desert's short-lived Spring
mostly undeniable in the cooled evenings.
The palm fronds swaying in a cowardly breeze,
the ruffling of bird feathers, housed in their pine nests.
All to be replaced by the chirping of the crickets,
the shrieking of the cicadas, and the yelling
of cats in heat
of quarreling couples nearing their ends
of babies too feverish to sleep
of lovers exorcising their souls through open windows
for all of the night to hear.
