At dusk, in the park, The wind blows dry leaves over Empty alleyways.
Walk the neighborhood, Camera in hand, seeking The flowering trees.
Ducks flying above A pond where lusty frogs chant; Water lilies bloom.
Sunbeams and silence; Inside, green letters scroll across A computer screen.
Kids play in the grass. Anxious mothers watch them Slowly growing up.
Night in the city Above, lights flicker and shift Like souls in the wind