Dusk, in Suburbia

On a hill just beyond the view of the Gulf

a seaside town with freshly repaired sidewalks

and paved, perpendicular streets

welcomes a walk at dusk.

The tops of the palms and oak gather darkness

as the backdrop of sunfall illuminates the cirrus clouds

and horizon of slated rooftops.

There is no hurry to run, but rather an urge for a strong-gaited walk

for energetic muscle and new shoes.

A whiff of cigarette smoke permeates from an open garage,

a front door is slowly opened,

potted plants, white gravel, and vine-encased trees

rest on manicured and unruly lawns.

Sprinklers of reclaimed water spray on some dewy earth;

other patches are dry as decayed bone.

The quiet of Sunday plays peacefully

with absence from blaring sirens and piercing landscape machines.

I bury my face in the descending sun as I wander the footpath at dusk,

in suburbia.

3 Comments

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3 responses to “Dusk, in Suburbia

  1. ronald day

    very nice,keep up the good work

  2. Bobbianne

    I enjoyed your writing! Would love to read more! I miss seeing your smiling face and positive attitude! ❤️

  3. Community. Whatever it may look like. We’re all in this together. Stepping outside our units is what really makes community. Keep a walkin’.

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