Streets everywhere become alive
with school buses returning
chattering children from local schools;
the road traffic turns to constant swoosh
as weary, happy parents
make their way home from their day.
Walkers and runners converse in the breeze
kids throw rocks at trees
hoping to dislodge a ball hanging in the branches
that in turn upsets the dog on guard in the house
on the corner.
A distant train clatters on tracks;
ambulances scream
all the way to their next emergency
and behind the wall to it all,
in my little corner of the world,
it's time for a hot shower,
some wine
and dinner for two.
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