Memories, Pressed Between the Pages

today
the house and
outside temps
were one and the same
yet
I refused to bow 
to the air conditioner
knowing
the house will cool
as evening falls
it is September 26th
after all!

tonight
we sat
on the patio
in the dark
the breeze
cooling us
cooling the house

in the dark
in the breeze
memory pages
flutter back
to the early 1950's

dog-eared
childhood
memory pages
of
sitting on the porch
of my childhood house
in the dark
waiting for the house to cool
so we could sleep

and as we waited
sweet, sweet memories
of my dad
playing his guitar
singing
humming
and
the cicadas singing
in harmony
both songs
carried by the breeze

into
peaceful
sweet
sleep

memories,
pressed between the pages
of my mind
and
heart