First Evening of September

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.


Copyright 2018

T. Allen Culpepper


A banyan leaf, glossy green,

but in shape a folded tortilla,

its sides buttressed by skeletal ribs,

cups a remainder of yesterday’s rain

to form a recreational pool

for the insect high-diving from the stem.


Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper