Night pushed in. Cool air brushed
over me. Crickets start. Clouds look
cold. Shadows fade. Porch lights
start. Empty swings. Windows close.
A cat sits by the door. A few leaves fall.
Toys in the yard. The last slivers of
dusk. A screen door closes. Laundry
on the line. Baseball on the radio.
A distant train. Aroma of dinner.
Children laugh. Fireflies light. Bats
swoop by. Nearby a piano plays.
Curtains sleep. Lights out.
Roger Singer 