Summer
the heat waves of Spring
in the park, birds, the Dawn Chorus sing
I walked down my road
a Pink Cherry tree, I’m owed
Her flowers in blossom
above me
that time of the year
no worries, no fear
I’m ecstatic
Dusk
She turned into the night
as the lights outlined the city
I sat there seeing, no stars, what a pitty
a pulsating, vibration, trembling
She took a deep breath
Dusk is upon us
it’s the days death