In the summer twilight,
a couple of hours after dinner,
we like to take a walk.
The birds have turned in.
The air has finally cooled,
but the crickets and katydids
are getting so worked up
that the lightning bugs catch fire
a few feet above the lawn,
just where we left them
when we were kids.

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Now and then
we pass another couple
from one of the green, old,
more or less identical 
streets of our neighborhood
as they move through the atmosphere,
mystical and obscure,
their voices softly registering
the news of the summer.

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Good evening, 
we say to each other. 
Lovely night, isn’t it.
What a scorcher, we say
with gratitude and affection
for this shared mystery
of being human
on this dark little planet, 
on one of the slender,
gracefully swirling arms
of one of the smaller galaxies.
 

—from Imperial, available on Amazon