all that i am

the length of saturday before me
knowing sun's last precious shine
on my hands
on my shoulders
aging even older my face
my skin

and so begins
the true end

the putting away
of the places we sat
sitting round dark into night
margaritas and beer
dinner and wine

only citronella lighting the little more air

the candle that has burned eternal
summer upon summer still without end
lifted from it's place at table
is encased by first ice
glistening in the morning light

it is time
to put it all away

not just another summer passes
the summer
of our best