SUMMER IS ENDING the evenings draw off together into a shared coolness we go indoors at their suggestion the neighbors all agree mosquitoes bite weakly now when potatoes boil in the kitchen long-dead family lean out of their photos and sniff hopefully stars move closer to us through the thinning air there is a sense of kindly sinking to the hours passing I never thought as simply or had such appetite for drowsing all I've learned this summer boils down to two words: even more