by Grace Walter

Hello Dr. Michael Chen

I’ve come to talk with you again

Because your car alarm went beeping

Late last night while I was sleeping

And the vision of my fist through your windshield pane

Still remains

Within the sounds of summer

From restless dreams I wake alone

To early morning mowers drone

Beneath my window is a street lamp

That spits and sputters when it’s warm and damp

When my arms fell prey to the wrath of an insect’s bite

I squashed its plight

And touched the sounds of summer

And in the naked light I saw

Ten thousand ice cream trucks or more

And they all played the same jingle

And the driver’s all bilingual

And the cries of the children as they ran barefoot in the street

For a frozen treat

Disturbing sounds of summer

“Fools,” said I, “You do not know”

Gnats and skeeters grow and glow

See them swarming in the moonlight

Hear them buzzing round your room light

But my words, like silent raindrops fell

What the hell

And echoed

In the wells of summer

And the people bowed and prayed

To the solar god they made

Choosing to ignore the warning

Of harmful rays while blisters forming

And a sign said the words of the profits are hidden in the throats of frogs

And barking dogs

And whispered in the sounds of summer.

Grace Walter is a native of north Jersey now residing in Morrisville, PA. She is a medical biller by day and the mother of a college-aged daughter full-time.

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