somewhere in the distance
a saxophone wails out of a window of a car
probably going too fast down Limestone
fireflies blink in the muggy air
nobody is here
in the musky dark
I am left with only hints of civilization
in this Lexington summer night

I have only a possum
for company
in this, the witching hour
he stands behind the fence
tail twitching ever so slightly
watching my hens
as they put themselves to bed
clucking softly with alarm
and I haven’t the heart to scare him away