11 September 2010
of last night's rain and the morning fumes.
I hear crickets and the sound of tires
and that of the planes flying overhead..
Behind the curtain of very tall trees,
I see parts of the houses in the lane behind.
Like the ticking clock in my living room
everything seems to be working on time..
Like a machine my world goes on.
And time passes by and life goes on.
Posted by M A at 9:00 AM