cicadas

sunlight 

and clarity 

and laughter, 

laughing at sky 

and the wind 

and the sweaty humidity 

that blankets us in 

and sends us running, 

into water 

into something

anything 

to cool us down

i love the summer 

& i hate the bugs

i love the heat, the sunburn 

the porch nights 

the neighbors loud music 

the sirens on the paseo

the crickets &

cicadas humming 

or screaming 

or whatever that sound is 

i love all the white noise 

that we call home