Late September After Dark
I felt you
Were gone all summer,
Maybe more
At times I saw glimpses,
Dark forms drifting ever away
And I knew
Some lucky other danced in your presence
My place learned to nurse its
Rotten tomatoes and cracked mud
But cannot mask the stench of
Lost opportunity
Once twittering glass chimes
Yield to the stillness of your absence
Rumors of your return stir hopes
Then assault me slowly, simmer and fade
Like earthworms on a sidewalk
Baked under an August sun
I feel for their little crumpled hides
And scrape them to the dry grass
With my shoe
Tonight with only a small warning
You came, perfuming the breeze
Long before I heard your first taps
Enveloping my land, my life
You kiss my lips as I run out to meet you
I wonder if I have forgot how to dance
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