Evening
June 20 2013


Evening

when summer heat lingers
and spiralling sprinklers
reassuringly turn,
phhhht 
              ...phhhht 
                                 ...phhhht.

Gossamer rainbows
in veils of spray.

The light is heavy,

as if all the gold

had settled out

closer to earth,

so the greens have deepened
shadows firmed.
Tiny droplets
cling to the tips
of fresh cut grass.
Like small transparent planets
that will not last,

in the concentrated season

of sun.

This time of day,
when this marginal part
of a larger world
is unnaturally still.

Where summer seems eternal

sprinklers lazily turn.