An impromptu poem for summer:
9 o’clock dusk
light filters out of a landscape
of lawns and cars parked in driveways
a firefly writes morse code in
the sky
hydra-headed black-eyed susans
are fading from the roots upward
only their dark pupils remain to stare at me
if there is a serenity beyond this peace
who would not want to disappear deeper
into that dark woods unwatched -
calmly, quietly, without
stirring a single blade of grass
