In mid-July
the heat reverberates
makes the thought of comfort
dull
my footprints trail
the thick blades
of St. Augustine grass
the smell of
Confederate Jasmine
heady and heavy
Around the porch corner
I'll meet your memory
framed by spilling trumpet vines
caressing the painful ecstasy
of slow loss
These summer paths
the trajectory of earth
on its methodical orbit
thrumming away the years
murmuring the secrets
of a love lost
in the heat of evening time
Swelter permeates
the screen porch
alone in the quiet heat
I sift through
the shed blossoms
jewels tossed
from the Pink Frost crape myrtle
and the melancholy cast
from your last glance
as you headed down
the porch steps
into an evening
swallowed by
the waning moon
About the Creator
Lana Broussard
Lana Broussard writes primarily under the pen name, L.T. Garvin. She writes fiction, poetry, essays, and humor. She is the author of Confessions of a 4th Grade Athlete, Animals Galore, The Snjords, and Dancing with the Sandman.
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