Out on the back porch
watching the dogs catch June bugs
praying for peace.
Red Solo cups clutter the lawn,
saran wrap hugs the leftover
hamburgers until tomorrow.
After dusk, mosquitoes make
blue sparks in the hanging zapper.
Crickets tune on the lawn.
Grandfathers sleep in Lazyboys
in the living room, holding cups
of melting ice on their bellies.
Girls in sundresses catch lightning
bugs along the still lake in mason jars
— nature’s night-lights.
My mother, her sister, sit in the kitchen,
remembering, their staccato voices echo
from the window like two canaries.
I am home. I sleep to the hum
of the fan left on overnight, dry heat,
Aiko Harman, Scotland