we stood in the drive
watching a satellite 
hurling across dark sky 
making no noise 

while the neighborhood
still hot from the day
murmured the songs
of the living
transmitting through 
thier illuminated windows
end of day routines 

I can already see
the end of the summer 
in the summer haze thick 
between the trees

even before the first 
firework has sent 
it’s colors across the sky