Overcast sunset watching the ground below
Glancing at all the porch dwellers, revelling
Dusk yet in the distance, patiently waitng
Idle conversation flows from green lawns
Birds are well heard, but remain unseen
The heat has recessed its girth, at least
Small children play games newly learned
Harvesting memories they will later forget
As summer turns into many passing falls
Street lights are silent now, like the wind
The mosquito chatter has yet to emerge
By then, porch stories will convene inside
By the lights of picture sets and such
Old men will watch their ballgames then
Remembering how they too once played
Wives offer pie and coffee, but not too much
Warming the stomachs and hearts of the world
The darkened, starless sky watches tiny roofs
As lights glow out from the infinite, tiny dwellings
All is well on cool summer evenings, mostly
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