the rage and the magic lurking as love
literally lust literally
lapses silent terror and big words
drawn out conversations after the occurrence
the passiveness of nighttime pets soaking up the cicada sound
and boxer dogs chomping at mosquitoes reflexively
long after the fly by and not caring
horns and motorcycles in the blocks away, having run over roads that are now their pasts
Must have been quite a night- beautifully expressed!