A feeble breeze
luffs the blind
like an impotent sail
August probes a tongue
at the edge of open
windows and doors
insistent cicadas
draw ragged lines on summer
and scrape at eardrums
inattentive
in the darkened bedroom
I surrender my head
to crossed arms
and the scent of old linen
beg for solitude and sleep
over the sound of lawn mowers
the opening of a car door
accompanies the silence
of a more familiar engine
he is home
and wants his dinner
©2006, Janet Taliaferro
“Summer Room” appeared in in Vol. 20 of “The Northern Virginia Review“
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