Afternoon

Autumnal silence
Like a drowsy old man,
The moon like his dog.
We ate the blueberries first
Then we let the honeysuckle
Enter slowly, swirling it around
In our mouths like a pretty redhead
In a white dress, sweet as wine.
We hopped the fence back out.
Then home laughing, the sun setting,
Old man hushed, his eyes closed,
His dog whispering in his lap.