Blue Roar

Roar of a fountain
sun setting on a late
autumn day;
children’s voices
playfully
in the distance heard
far away.


Clouds, ripples
and feathers too;
painted across
the azure sky;
cars, a bus and
motorcycles, all came
passing by.

The stone bench
hard and cold;
a sharp contrast to
the moment’s soft lining
which seemed so bold.

Chill floated through,
sunset fires
not yet ablaze,
nor smoke up a flue
of an unlit stove for you.

And I thought this time
it just might be true;
that maybe this night
It wouldn’t be so blue.