For A Cape Cod Evening

Ralph played with a stick in the knee-high yellah grass,
While I sat on the rotting white step outside the back door.
Maude was with me, in that green dress she loved so much.
I was dressed down after dinner, playing with Ralph to relax,
Maude joined me to be still and quiet beside, and not much more.
The wind waved the high grass and creaked the old window as such.

We really should have painted the house, it looks old.
But on an evening like this, old is comfort.
And that smell of summer dusk hates new coats.