Nights long past remain in mind refreshed
So that I can feel the setting summer sun slanted on my
Permission granted after bath and brush to return to play
In the cool of the day.
It was a delicious feeling, to be out
After the sky’s plum had tempered to silvery grey,
The only witnesses to our clandestine romp were
the Big Dipper, “Look there!”
the North Star, yellow Venus, and Orion’s tri-notched belt
Finally answering the whistle meant for me and my brother
To come inside.
Such a small remembering, really.
But one of those granted me to keep for
perhaps all my nights awake, whether inside