One Summer's Eve
he came home with Vietnamese tacos
and a desire to sup out of doors.
we would keep our evening simple
to work then on his gardening project
in the cool summer breeze.
she came out with us,
wrapped in daddy's well-worn sweater,
really took in the yard.
we had passed the point of conversation
and I retrieved my book
and dainty glass of port.
it was the last of it.
it's been a good week.