It’s that late hour
Beer in hand
The yard work done again
I watch the close of the faded iris
Purple and white
Not as bright as they were
I know
This is the way it goes
Has been so
All the years of my life
Time’s again reminding the sun to go down
Go down and only I will see
You tomorrow
Not the flower
Although you never really know
That’s the way it goes
The flower does not realize
It’s going
Then is gone unknowing the gift
A last sip of beer may be the last sip
Lanning Lee 