Three Month Sentence

by Laura Lee

 

Three months of

little sun, closed streaked

windows to follow.

We had not

used our summer well.

 

We had not slept

under a June blue sky,

toes curled in fresh green.

 

We had not wrapped nights

in tender sighs under stars.

Our nights

were wasted in worry.

 

It’s midnight, love.

 

Let’s slip outside

find the source

of the crescent, the crickets,

the scamperers.

 

Let’s flee with them.

Laura Lee is a Chicago area poet, college instructor, literacy tutor, and writer. Her poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in print and online journals in the US, the UK, New Zealand, India, and Greece.

For a complete list of publications, visit her website at http://lauraleewriterpoeteducator.com. Follow Laura Lee on Twitter at: https://twitter.com/LauraLe97942016.

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