Somewhere out of sight and up above there is a sun 
Its copper light slides down the sides of row houses
And makes alleys look nice
Every so often plants snake their way up
Splintered telephone poles
And hang suspended in space
Catching the copper magic in their leaves
Which glow like wet emeralds
Moments like these you want to remember
Through the fear that it doesn’t get much better than this
When the smell of neighboring charcoal grills
Gets carried on the mild air and mingles with your own backyard barbeque
Even the spilled beer soaking into the wood of your porch smells good
People breathe deeply here
Each for their own reasons
And no matter the explanation, they are all good