Somber sunset made sweeter:
The old man and his saxophone
play to the night air at the end of the bridge.
We haven't known rain in years.
The evening crackles the wishes
of everyone together.
The word is almost tactile in the air:
rain
The grasshoppers swirr the sound:
rain
Children beg for popcicles, mouths hovering over fruited ice
not satisfied, only wanting rain.
The man has gone to the bridge to cool the evening,
giving the thick river rest.
smoothly; flowing; sleep
the river's warmwater cheek flushed
against the sandy banks.
The man and his saxophone
pray for rain.
