Petunias, petulant, close up shop.
Birds squawk and wheel, restless,
Sensing the end of something,
And the beginning of another.
A child sits listless in a baby pool,
While the cicadas thrum and strum
Their mating melodies. Neighbors
Generous in June are not so now.
The mail carrier wears shorts with
Knee-high socks, ridiculous, but not,
Because who is there to see him?
Only the toddler, blind to fashion
Or its lack, as indifferent in her way
As the sun that bakes the sidewalks,
Burning the soles of nobody's feet.