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.