Summer Town

we start moving through stillness of sky 
nowhere to be found
sauntering down cobblestone streets

far away a side of town holds sun burned air
and knocks crickets into song

wind licked fields, tickle heels, and strides
while coughing up bee clouds, stings are ready

the tree at the end of the field is singing a sleep song
wanting us under it
waiting for dreams to steal

there will be no other time here this fine for living
when we disappear it all goes on without us