Three Month Sentence

Three months of
little sun, closed streaked
windows to follow.

We had not
used our summer well.

We had not slept
under a June blue sky,
toes curled in fresh green.

We had not wrapped nights
in tender sighs under stars.
Our nights
were wasted in worry.

It’s midnight, love.

Let’s slip outside
find the source
of the crescent, the crickets,
the scamperers.

Let’s flee with them.