summer.

murmurs floating across
streets filled with
maples reaching toward heaven
a magnolia or two
and that unruly pine
- i hear you.

whispers of intimate conversation
seep through your screen
to mine -
and i imagine what words you're choosing
to sing into your lover's ear
on this night
of 80-degree breeze
and empty bottles of chilled wine

and do you smell that, too?
the smoked meat smoldering
on the neighbor's grill.

does it make your mouth water
as it does mine? even mine.
with a stomach full of turkey burgers
and sweet corn.

even mine.