(C) R.L.K.
Warm windy evening --
The streetlamps shine
among the maples.
Few and far between:
glistening raindrops.
The leaves shake,
stop,
then shake again.
A door opens;
someone goes through.
Far off, a train whistle --
the old dog on the porch
continues to doze.
Patches of shadow
on damp pavement.
It’s this world,
it’s a different world…
here.
