Nocturne

 

Dim light behind drawn curtains,

gossamer odors of supper,

mumbled sounds of a summer evening.

Bikes asleep on a darkened porch

while children chase the moon

through fields of grass.

 

Across the street a sprinkler

flicks and rustles over flowerbeds,

outside a bungalow where no one lives tonight.

A streetlight at the corner

illuminates an asphalt circle, while a car

ticks softly down the street.

 

Oh child, so far from home,

so long away,

a stranger in this distant town,

the yellow blooms of spring are gone,

bright laughing girls gone gray,

and still you wander darkened streets

alone.

 

 

 

Unknown original Date

Rescued and edited, August, 2016