Summer Evening

Through a dusty window

on the hottest evening of the year,

silence prevails and nothing happens again

in the backyard, except the imperceptible

growth of grass, the sway of an unpruned

crepe myrtle branch in the dry wind,

a vine climbing one more square

up the fence.

 

Earlier, a loose dog

came round. I gave him water,

the neighbors found treats, and

I walked him home.

Before that, I slept off the wine

from a party last night

and cleaned up the cat puke

in the living room.

 

Now the light begins to fade,

though the heat hangs on,

and I sit here beside the dusty window,

drinking beer and Googling exotic locations

that I might want to visit.

It’s the end of another day

and still there’s no one to hold me,

to tell me I’m flawed but it’s OK.

 

Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper

 

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