Listening to the hum of air conditioners on a hot summer
night challenges me to go for a walk. But not in the city.
On a distant prairie road, when the dust of tractors
and grain trucks has settled, leaving behind the call of
a night owl and the vanishing
whistle of a steam engine pulling
brightly lit passenger cars. As dusk softens
day into night, billions of stars shower
this quiet world, bowing to a brilliant moon.
In truth, I may not have been allowed to go
walking on my own at night, so I cherish
this fragment of imagined memory.
“She knew with suddenness and ease that this moment
would be with her always, within hand’s reach of memory.”
~ Stephen King, Carrie
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