How terribly I miss
Their thunderous roll
The heartfelt blare
Encaged in summer’s past

These present roads differ
Into a dreadful
Sick-inspiring gulch

Where malady
Is faithfully pungent
At home
In its sweltering squalor

In merciful dreams alone
These memories fight on
With the heartbeat
Of former vigor and joy

How they wage war
Masterfully
With deathly poise
And precision

Staving off
The fog
The woeful grey
Of my time