The last breath of the afternoon
Breezes in to evening
The dark that settles
On the cool
Is gathering, not leaving.
The boys that sit beneath the tree
Throw round about the fire
In jeans and shirts of gabardene
Singing “Take Me Higher.”
The girls are all in dresses fair
Not worried with the weather
They talk and laugh in one accord
All on the porch together.
The older folks have stayed inside
To put away the dishes
They gaze with longing on the scene
And fill the air with wishes.