The End of Summer

I almost cry to think of it now—
the summer ending, alone with you
in the backyard,

finishing the bucket of chicken
from KFC which you loved
even though you’re a vegetarian now,

the two of us sitting, still a little
in love, I think, holding hands
like the end of a chapter

watching the sundown, the lake,
the birds gathering
to fly somewhere else.

This is a reprint of work originally published in Ariga.

Michael Meyerhofer’s fourth book, What To Do If You’re Buried Alive, was published by Split Lip Press. He is also the author of a fantasy series and the Poetry Editor of Atticus Review. His work has appeared in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Rattle, Brevity, Tupelo Quarterly, Ploughshares, and many other journals. For more information and an embarrassing childhood photo, visit

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