we sit

we sit
as the clouds cover
the sun,
the sun goes down
over the slant
of middle income
homes,
the pool settles
into a sheer lacquer of blue.
we sigh,
and say
where has the summer gone,
the year.
what's become
of all these months.
children spread
out
to places we'll never go.
books
read, never to be read
again.
so much time
absorbed
and let go. we sit
and all the questions
go unanswered
as the clouds
cover the sun,
the sun goes down over
the slant
of middle income homes.