the night concert

we'll bring a picnic
she says,
blankets and chairs,
drinks and food.
we'll sit on the wide
circle of grass
beyond the stage and listen
to the music we
grew up with.
she has tickets for two.
running on empty.
Jackson Brown at Wolftrap.
we'll let the sun go down
upon us
on this warm summer
day.
let the stars come out,
let us sing softly to ourselves
as the music plays.
we'll pray for no rain.