A QUIET WALK TO AIR THE SOUL, LA STYLE…

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By Tom H. Brooks 3

 

The smell of night jasmine

or maybe jacarandas

or gardenias…

fragrances

in the cool spring darkness

as patio fountain waterfalls

trickle their song

echoing

through pink palm-lined

courtyards

where

banana trees

cast their wavering shadows

across

yellow moonlit walls…

cats yowling

and scratching

and

cool songbirds

carve the moment

in eternity

while the steady

hum of distant traffic

keeps a smooth backbeat

of white noise…

footsteps

unnoticed

down empty sidewalks

and the night mockingbird

sings his lonely song

in the treetops

the siren wails

and then

    and then

         nothing…

 

THB3

 

 

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