evening poem, september 12, 2015

I remember late summer

The hot afternoons and cool evenings

When night came earlier and dew sparkled

On the cool grass beneath the post lights

I remember the misting rain so fine

That it seemed to hang suspended in the morning air

The trees still green, the weeds so tall now

Vines everywhere out of control

The mother deer still with their fawns

Out at dusk on the clearing

And then disappearing, like scared fish

Into the shadows of the forest.

The smell of the grass and backyard grills

And, ever and always, the scream of the locomotive

As it nears the tunnel

The sound of the baseball announcer in the night

From some radio just inside an open window

Telling of some scene miles away in a great city

Where the field is bathed in light

And grown men hit and catch and throw

In games that mean nothing this late in the season.

Copyright 2015

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