(Composed in the stillness
Of July 24, 2010).
The sounds of the night
Sprinkler's mist descends
Distant honk of a passing car
The bark of a neighbor's dog
The muffled rumble of voices
Float from a television set
Palm fronds rustled by the breeze
Candle flickers, lamp is dimmed
Smooth jazz pianist on my iPod plays
While my pen glides across the page
A bit of the city's bustling remains
A few street lights turning yellow
Yet most families are now relaxing
In their homes for a quiet evening
Snuggled in their living rooms
Eating popcorn and watching a film
Perhaps laughing over a hand of cards
On the sofa I recline, journal open
Pondering the water softly trickling
Its gentle whisper in my window
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