It’s just about that time
When the lights all flicker
Out
And the birds all scatter
And hide
The rain takes its sweet time
To reach the rooftop

And while the river flows
It gains its speed

We are sitting, reaching for the door
And our hands are
Together
Outstretched
And tangled

When the church yard sale
Has all packed up and left
We are the rocking chairs
Sitting, creaking in the summer breeze.