Last Night of June

An open window. A car door closing.
Air conditioning units like busy administrators

process the night’s papers. Fireflies rise:
It’s the buoyancy of knowing you don’t have long.

10 thoughts on “Last night of June”

Maureen Sudlow June 30, 2018 at 11:10 pm

intriguing photo as well…

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Jeff Schwaner Post authorJune 30, 2018 at 11:23 pm

Thank you, Maureen. Just took it outside the front porch. Seemed to fit the mood.

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Lynne Burnett July 1, 2018 at 12:06 am

That last line and a half!!! Something I’ll sleep deeply with tonight, such a potent little poem!

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Jeff Schwaner Post authorJuly 1, 2018 at 12:19 am

Thank you, Lynne.

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Pleasant Street July 1, 2018 at 10:13 pm

Don’t have long for what Jeff….are you sick?
I wasn’t sure at the meaning and I had to ask–

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Jeff Schwaner Post authorJuly 1, 2018 at 11:33 pm

No no, sorry, I am fine. Though it is about how apprehending the brevity of your life can have a strange lightening effect.

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1. Pleasant Street July 2, 2018 at 10:12 am
  
  I usually don’t ask, and just take it however I interpret it but I wanted to be sure you were okay
  
  Thank you for helping me understand the poem–
2. Pleasant Street July 2, 2018 at 10:14 am
  
  It’s really beautiful….anytime fireflies are present, there is something magical happening
3. Jeff Schwaner Post authorJuly 2, 2018 at 7:56 pm
  
  True.

Chris Furst July 2, 2018 at 8:38 pm

Now I’ll always think of air conditioning units as busy administrators processing night’s papers.

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