This year I have embraced the summer night.
The air, breezy and cool; no punishing
sun or oppressive humidity; no
kids kicking their soccer balls in the street
or riding their bikes three abreast, gleeful
shrieks and minor gang warfare. Instead the
neighborhood is still. Mars, bright as the moon,
watches orangely as skunks and rabbits flee
my dogs’ snuffling noses and piercing barks.
I roam at peace while everyone else sleeps.