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.