We, the Coronado Scribes, consist of both professional and amateur writers. We have in common a desire to learn, by sharing our efforts and listening to other writers. We hold pressure-less sessions every Wednesday, at the Coronado Library conference room, starting at 1:30. Often we have guests who wish to just listen. They are welcome, and so are you. Each week on eCoronado, we feature a different piece of prose or poetry produced by one of our writers. Please feel free to comment or ask questions.
After Dark
I come to the swing after dark
to hear the night.
To listen to the locust
Sing a slow cadence.
Everything is winding down
In October. The grasses draw
Damp lines on my bare feet
On my flight forward, upward
Into the near-silent blackness.
The dark is friendly, blending
The lilies, the ageratum, the Blue
Spruce into one mounting shadow,
Erasing any weeds, any unevenness.
Stars salt the sky above the ash,
But where is the moon?
I round the house, the path
Between the brick that still holds
The afternoon warmth, and the grape
Vine that overlaps the fence,
In search of the moon.
I find it in the southwest,
Tipped back, only half there.
It rocks on the slope of the house
Down the alley.
I could reach it in an easy climb.
But I’ll only admire it from here.
Some things are too perfect to touch.
