Today’s poem, inspired by everyday events.
Perfection
Perhaps the most perfect evening ever,
Though there is nothing very spectacular
As it fades in various darkening shades of blue and gold,
The chorus of love-sick cicadas and birds making their final calls
Can’t drown out the not-very distant roar of traffic,
Air is cooling, though bricks remember the heat of an hour ago,
Nothing very remarkable, but something, anyhow,
That makes it all worthwhile.
Kampala 2019
So vivid, just as if I am sitting on the bench next to you. You paint with your words. Lovely.