Inspired by a Kampala sunset walk around where I live.

Sunday sunset

Quick

Long-tailed Starlings argue and mimic at the power-line crossing

Testosterone-deep hum as an over-powered engine moves up hill

To where the big villas hide.

Smell newly lit wood-fires and green scents off the golf greens.

Near the storm drain passionate Hammerkops trill loud and love-absorbed  

While early bats flash in fading light above dark hills.

Traffic is a steady hum, building-sites quiet

Air fresh-washed from earlier rain.

Afternoon thunder threats have rolled past, heat relinquished its grip

Though concrete surfaces radiate its memory.

I’m still taking it in – all that life, all that growth.

City lights against the blackness,

Sun has set.

Kampala 2018