summer evening

a runner in the evening sunlight...
someone cycling down a hill...
I'm parked beside a curb so I might
have my senses filled...

with children's sounds somewhere nearby,
kid's immortality
breaking through the thoughts which tie
to this reality...

in the trees and on the wires
communicating crows
young ones' begging never tires
as every parent knows...

in the atmosphere the dronning
of something flying high
engine firing noisy moaning
as it passes by...

in the summer, early evening
which goes  on and on
reluctantly the Sun is leaving -
evenings are so long...