This evening
in Fort Greene Park
the trees changed color
from summer green
to end of summer green
The sun set earlier
than yesterday
a sliver moon follows its celestial partner
west
to a horizon
Beyond Brooklyn's skyline
BBQs burn along Myrtle Avenue
Not as many as last weekend.
the leaves turn black
in the new night
the BBQ smoke smell of of hot dogs, burgers, and ribs
and meat
From prehistoric times
Everyone from the walt whitman houses
in the park
having fun
and the sky goes sapphire
the fingernail moon goes silver
And the August breeze cools the air
the people become shadows
it's time for me
to call it a day
but not an end to summer
The season has another month to go
with the days haunting shorter
with a new moon guiding the way
to the equinox
more than thirty days away
and the less green leaves still on the trees
awaiting autumn
and winter.
Goodbye summer soon.
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