Summers after Supper

"Good fences make good neighbors."

Said Robert Frost,

But summers after supper in Texas

Meant sitting out behind the house

Where all the yards joined in a vast

Green expanse.

Grownups in wooden chairs drinking ice tea

And talking

While cousins played in the cool

Broad green blades of

Of St. Augustine grass

That tickled

As we cartwheeled and

Somersaulted.

Our hair damp from humidity

And exertion

The waning light lasting until nine.

No fences

But great neighbors.