Lemon Jelly

Night of star spatter windows open-flung 

City lights sound of not-quite rain-wet but wrapped around the glowing of

almost summer

The feel the smell of water cold droplets splashing in light

lemon, cilantro

Candles and blonde boy in white sheets

The swoon 

The passage hanging on hinges and the life outside still flickering inside

Water drops and full bellies and the smell of olives, verbena, and the sea

The sound 
of street-side chatter wind carried up flights winding down an almost summer Sunday