JunePoWriMo 18

Walking around the lake 
the path narrows such that
you cannot tell the last time
someone else walked this way

close enough to the edge
the water may overtake
all flora and fauna in its wake
almost but not quite

at the far side a water park
hundreds of cars parked nose
to nose barely enough space
for the sun to burn fragile skin

frogs croaking in response
to cackles of school’s out kids
while the path around the lake
remains almost pandemic quiet

we may be marking new treads
along with cicada emergence circles
the whole circuit takes less time
than we thought it would to traverse

back at the skate park parking lot
nearest car idles while driver naps
waiting for energy to be expended
summer heart a loneliness hunter