Sun settling, behind the gabled roof. A hammock - swinging sigh; crickets chirp past the line - of citronella. A notebook falls - the thud, absorbed by lush grass; forgotten a - critical, minute, detail . . . A siren echoes; cries a - distant violence. It ricochets - off the shingles. No threat, to the picket - fence line. A deep ennui, smolders, a thought: three blocks - to the bus line. It winks out. Smoke signals lost, to the rise of - nightfall.