Blink Before Summer

by Steve Mitchell

Again and again the parking lot.

Afternoon-shift-guy pulls in and parks forward.  He pulls off his helmet.

Enjoy the weather, he says.  

He’s not wearing a jacket.

I open the vents on my helmet, *click *click *click *click.

It’s the last of the not too hot weather, I say.

He laughs.  Yep.  This is it.  Right here, this is it.

I close my visor.

I ride home.






cicadas
silent
underground

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© Steve Mitchell 2016

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