Dazzling Twilight in the Candlelight

The darkness encroaches increasingly
Farther from the candles, with Juletta,
Ascending from the bottom to the top
Of the staircase.

Come one, come all!  There's toast and jelly the
Baby might like, and kernels with the fall
Harvest, while Juletta trails my mother
At the gloaming.

As we all sink in the seats, the kid rasps
Out the roaches.

"Come here," says my mother as the first crack
Of the whip in the sky glows terribly,
And she eats a salad, fresh as seaweed
At the wide park.

Juletta sits on the dark, walled armrest
And passes a look out the window at
The jackass huddling for comfort but
Remaining drenched.

My mom grabs some gold from her pursebag, and
It shone brightly.