An Almost Autumn Evening

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

10 p.m. on an almost autumn evening
We lie bellies up on the creaking 
Trampoline, staring through tree branches Towards the stars and the moon
Our hair smells of smoke in a comforting way
And our fingers are sticky with 
Melted Marshmallow
We breathe in, the cooling air soothing our Lungs, crickets and frogs singing us
My sister stands up, sending tiny waves 
Over the stretched fabric, and 
Suddenly I’m floating in a faraway sea, Navigating by the Constellations

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Lindsey Odorizzi is a senior at Voorheesville. She is the editor for the Blackbird Review and is going to study English in college.