Summer Evening, Edward Hopper, 1947
Sultry night
Evening of musical crickets
Love begins
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I remember those teenage summer romances
One moment we're all playing sandlot baseball
The next we're breathless looking at the boy next door.
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They were the best romances..because it was all new and so exciting...bkm
ReplyDeletesome of the best times...
ReplyDeleteSome of them were epitome of innocent moments...
ReplyDeleteCoy silence or sometimes saying it all in one go and running away to save embarrassment...
Lovely haiku...brings back many memories ;)
ha...I remember
ReplyDeleteExcellent recapture of those innocent times!
ReplyDeleteThose were the days alright!
ReplyDeleteHow can you ever forget?
ReplyDeleteThose few words say it all..a rush, an expectation...perfect!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem perfectly fits the image.
ReplyDeleteAh, the sensation of fingertips glancing over the back of your neck...then the kiss.
ReplyDeleteSophistication does not compare with the dear clumsiness of those summer nights.
Butterflies in your tummy.
ReplyDeleteLove and romance was so respected back in those days. I enjoy love-story films about and actually from this era. Those boys next door...aaaahhhh.....
ReplyDeleteCome on now ... were you watching me? Beautiful work, Ms. Kathe!!
ReplyDeleteTaut, effective write.
ReplyDeleteLove this! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteSummer wouldn't be summer without the musical crickets.
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