Walnut Creek,
September 21

I wander slowly and hear
the whispers of my own footsteps
nudge gently against the sound
of each tiny lullaby from the
nearby woods. The nearest I have
come to a sheer fantasy sits
quietly around me, and I know it
can only last so long. The landscape
has been set ablaze before my very
eyes, and I live for as long as you
will let me in the quiet tension of
dusk until the night at last succeeds.