Flowing

The time is Six minutes after the

Seventh hour

As the sun hides again.

Cars, and radios and cell phone

Ringtones.

Cigarette smoke saturates fresh air

From up there.

The neighbors up there.

With kids and baths and

Damn do they own a trampoline?

A bowling alley?

The Harley screams its discontent with I can't drive

Whatever the speed limit is.

Blackhawk overhead not be outdone

Slicing the serenity...

TOO PEACE... is this?

This is.