Crack the window open

The window cracked open

by design or a forgotten thing,

air rushing in, hot and steamy

with summer breath

.

heavy with the last burst of green

before the brown of late season

grass and dried ponds

.

nowhere for frogs to go

but a leftover puddle

nothing to be done indoors

but watch through the window

.

a season that lingers

as dragonflies dance

quiet, with angular revelry.