a new day in a new place
filled with many a smiling faces
and the frayed,
soothed by an unexpected calm
brought upon by the gentle waft that stayed
a while and then some more
like the kids playing, in memories from my days of yore
the square filled with people
and facades
beautiful, strange and eccentric
with strains of similarity, yet different from what i knew
i watch, as some stay and some fade
as i hold on to a spontaneous few
the square begins to sleep
but the night lights come on, as if to keep
the sounds that depart
from the transient gregarious square
that holds pleasant laughter and innocent cries,
romance and age, wink like fireflies
oh but they all leave
the square empty and void
making room a plenty, for the fleeting sepia tone of a spring evening
that strings several chords
of resounding memories we enjoyed
they clutch me and surround me
and I let them
take me
to not so long ago, when street lights, familiar
and parallel to the railroad tracks
took me home,
unwillingly, they disappear
as I step on my shadow,
the only brother with me
on the street I walk back on
so far away from home
the place my heart, at times, pines to be.