Charcoal (Variation)

Charcoal smoke from three houses down Drifting over the fence like it's been invited Cut grass and the last of the heat Rising off the sidewalk in waves Something sweet in the glass Something slow in the air Don't need a name for this feeling Just need to be right here The concrete remembers the afternoon Holds the warmth like a secret it's keeping Screen door somewhere, a dog's nails clicking Someone laughing at something I can't hear Something sweet in the glass Something slow in the air Don't need a name for this feeling Just need to be right here Three houses down they're eating without me But the smoke doesn't know that It just comes, and it stays The way good things do when you stop reaching Something sweet in the glass Something slow