At Hartwell Lake

by Danny P. Barbare

In the Big Water, home is yet
   visible.
The setting sun is shining on
   the trees.
The cove is quiet.
I tie the boat off to the dock.
The house is aglow beneath
   the loblollies.
Fresh cantaloupe, roasted corn
   and grilled catfish.
The cicadas sing like an
   empty
hammock in the moonlight
that sways in the evening
   wind.
One by one the lights go dark.
The lake house is a summer’s
   dream.

Danny P. Barbare grew up and lives in Greenville, South Carolina, with his family. He works at a local college. His poems have appeared in numerous magazines and online journals. He started writing poetry in 1981. Read his previous poems in Deep South here.