On a day much like any other day
the morning sun was returned on time,
a brightly summered tuesday morn
acurately warm, with a breeze sublime.
Streetlights have been back on schedule for hours
courteously using the yellow before the red-light,
comparitively, no evidence remained
of the rude, practice drills, creating havoc all night!
Eightly a.m. and most all was quiet
a suffocating deafness liltly lingered in the air;
night's canopy removed her dank, darkness,
then left her humming, silently of desert despair.
Jumbled thoughts as I walked, played in unison,
with my visual accompaniment;
the present uderscored to my future, seriously
causing me to wonder where the past, up and went.
After keeping my non-essential appointment,
I noticed hard, while the streets I did roam;
my journey had taken me full circlessly
but, for now my future was in getting, swiftly back home.
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A very.
A very philisophical stroll through the streets of life, leaving us with more questions. Great poem. Regards Roscoe..