Temperate evening
Fills its skies
With mosquitos
And other
Winged pests
That make
The guard dog
Whimper
As he is eaten
With peckish
Stings.
Families sacrifice
Kindling and dung
To the gods
Of fire
And smoke
To keep their
Threshold
Clear of tiny
Intruders
As they rest.
The young man
Stays at watch
In the first room
By the front door,
But is
Distracted
By glowing screens
And worlds he
Finds more
Interesting
Than his own.
The young woman
Lays on her bed,
A folded mattress
Hoisted against
The wall,
Barefoot and
Swinging her legs,
Not really watching
The television,
Not really sending
Messages
On her phone.
The mother and
The younger brother
Are nowhere
To be seen.
Perhaps they are
At the store?
Or out to visit
The pregnant woman
Two yards back,
Across the street,
With the
Small boy
And the
Growing girl?
It is a slow march
To darkness
For the village
Next to the
Train tracks,
But not next to
The train station,
Removed from
The highway
And urban woes.
Composed 06/18/2012
Author’s Note: Just another lazy summer evening in the village.
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