July 13, 2006

Summer Night and Laughter

Soft tinkle of glossy ice somewhere
beyond the cedar hedge in the shadows,
chime of crystal stemware and the sound of
cork coming out of a tall glass bottle like a
swooping inhalation of the breath, the inward
sigh hanging like a mantra in the still air.

Quiet laughter on my neighbour's
moon lanterned deck this evening.
They are toasting the summer night
over there in the humid darkness.
Above their heads, a legion of small brown
bats describe wide arcs among the trees.