After rain, the windows silver--
sunset draws couples out to sit in chairs
on porches, to watch the road curving
before their houses
like a long knife.
A man waves to me from the flower beds
that edge his lawn--zinnias, marigolds.
What was it that he recognized,
or does he mean to wave me on?
Soon the yellow porch lights
will be turned on.
Photo: "Wet Road on Curve" http://www.flickr.com/photos/fauxto_dkp/3753340837/