Hot Summer Nights

Veronica Niero

Remember the days of the cicadas
and our impossible delight as spring
and summer melted together in the
midnight swelter. We were nothing
but children then, our skin sticky
like half a peach left to rot in the sun –
ants coming from everywhere to see
the triumph of our meridian. We knew
nothing but the meadows and the marble
floors, gooey with liquorice. By which I
mean we were free. Foolishly free.
Looking for something to escape.

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Veronica Niero is from Venice, Italy and has recently completed an MA in English and American Literature at the University of Kent. Her poetry has been published in Acumen, The Templeman Review as well as by Train River Publishing and Eastside London. She can be found reading, baking or daydreaming. Twitter: @veronica_niero.

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