Evening Post, July 15, 2015


Summer Evening

The twilit sky is calm blue

Deeper by the moment

And the distant treeline black


Like a carbon etching.

A tree frog ratchets loud and clear

and cicadas, in choral echoes

Answer three notes to one.

A neighbor switches on the light in the back outbuilding

And stands a shovel and a rake against the whitelit wall

He disappears behind the cedars and

I hear the gate click closed and his tired footfalls on the deck stairs.

Beneath the streetlamp the summerlush branches

Are still as a painting

Now a firefly rises and flashes

Like a spark from a fire.

Copyright 2015

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