A squeaky screen door opens
Swiftly slamming shut with a bang
My mothers hands snapping beans
My father cuts the melon’s rind of green
Vibrant red sweetness fill the air
Teasing our eager mouths
Twilight paints the sky a pale purple blue
Our laughter echoes in the gloaming
Fireflies begin to flicker
My mother sighs softly
Darkness falls day is done.
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