Summer slope

The sun has dipped down, dimming to a low glow
hand over eyes to see ahead
shadow of cut grass piled on field

Scent of fresh lawn everywhere
Garage light on, banging of metal
Dad is sun burnt

Pool filter whirring, someone talking from open window
Sweet sticky watermelon dripped on sidewalk

Phone rings, someone screams
Laughter

Evidence of a day well worn
sighs from those who sleep tonight.