On the front porch on a breezy evening
when the weather’s still summer but the mood is fall:
the kids on their bikes raucous and wild,
the light of a jetliner like Venus in motion,
someone cruising by in a convertible couple,
cats chasing insects, imaginary and real,
a neighbor’s flag flying upside-down,
create-myrtle branches gently swaying,
Italian music and a glass of red wine.
The only thing missing’s someone to share it.
T. Allen Culpepper