Walking my dog at dusk
basking together in our solitudes.
Amber lamplights illuminate our path
mildly aided by the moon, full and pale
and lonely.
Confused chatter
from the open windows,
yellow and golden squares
lighting up the buildings
here and there,
as stars in the night sky
with people dining inside of them.
Off in the distance,
a car’s headlights ignite the gloom
like a lost comet.
On a tree branch,
the last standing cicada, tireless
continues its day long chant,
devoted to perfection.
A warm summer breeze
carries and cradles
the gleeful laugh of a child.
It’s time to head back.
