Neighborhood music

March 31, 2009
By , Chester, VA
The sign says,
Cars turning around,
The screech of their worn tires,
Going back up the street.

The buzz of the insects
Perched in the trees

The whistle

Of the wind

Through the leaves

Of the trees

Dogs bark as a car
Passes by. House quiet.
No one around, but me
I’m alone in the dark night.

It is night,
And the sky is dark,
With stars surrounding the tops of the trees.
I’m on the roof waiting for themorning sun.

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