Summer Thunderstorm Moon Minneapolis

(from the moon series)

-for Josiah-

by the river looks up the driveway, sees two boys
lounging on lawn chairs, thunder rumbles and their lips
are moving, clouds shift back and forth, sporadic
cover of the last light of day fades and rain drops fall.

Garage door open, the boys with Shandys in hand, before
the torrential future, before the weight
of decisions, a small moment of peace and laughter, when
the settled earth did nothing but turn.

The boys talk, the words of music and souls, Hemingway
and Carver and worry. The moon leaks
serenity, clouds obscure its view, the moon squirms
to frame the picture, the boys under garage cap, dream

inside a dream, under wet summer thunderstorm
warm nights Minneapolis.