Thick, hot summer
sweltering in empty forts.
We found comfort in caves,
dank, wet, and historic.
We were essentially alone
except for the bodies of dead confederates
under island gravestones.
I wanted to stay
and sleep in old war bedrooms,
you were ready to split back to the now.
We hopped on board that ferry and left that thick, hot summer,
and left the ghosts to their holes and cannons.
Michael Britton is originally from Delaware, but currently lives in South Jersey with his wife and three cats.