evening poem, September 9, 2016



In mid September the broad lawn of the school is packed with cars and pickup trucks

In the late daylight they sit, vacant and unmoving, while their drivers, their passengers

Huddle into grandstands, carrying jackets and blankets.


Across the way one boy stands on the riverbank

Amid the tall weeds that are drooping now with the weight of their full seedheads

He casts over the silken surface blue with the evening

For one moment the hook and bait a dark dot in the softening sky

This very day, cool enough for comfort and the river clear

Is what summer had dreamed of.


Copyright 2016

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