Postcards

Postcard No. 002

After the song.

An old walnut tabletop radio with an amber dial and a cream coffee mug sit beside an empty wooden chair on a rain-dark porch at blue hour.
S. E. Lane for American Journal

The last song has ended. A voice on the radio says something about tomorrow’s weather.

The cup has cooled. Beyond the porch, the wet yard is going dark.

You could carry everything inside. In a minute, perhaps. For now, the lamp reaches the edge of the steps, and there’s still a little evening left.