The timbre of the slamming of a screen door, 
early September '72: 
noise like no other kind of door closing, spring 

twangs, snaps, a 
light frame slaps 
against a jamb 

and for a caught breath crickets stop singing 
while loud sound fades into the sudden hush. 

It is still summer. 
No need yet to take down screens and put up 
storm doors that will keep out the coming cold.