Summer is Almost Over

I sat outside tonight

Reading, by moonlight,

Carl Sandberg.

And smoking a cee-gar.

My dog and I,

Indulging in poetic splendor

In the dewy, decaying summer.

And smoking a cee-gar.

O to escape those worlds of prose,

With fog and smoke and verse.

The scene backlit, with dim glows

Casting shadows of waning summer bliss.

While smoking a cee-gar.