my best friend back then lived near an overpass and on the beach at the same time.
sleepovers at her house were heavenly.
we would sleep in the living room upstairs with the doors to the deck open.
she always let me borrow a sleeping bag.
i hated the sound of rain unless it was storming.
now, it is raining on my own roof.
come Spring the frogs start up in mad, orchestrated earnest
but Summer belongs to the crickets
and Winter to silence -
but now it is Autumn
and it belongs to the rain.
...but the night belongs to me!!
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