The Heart

The sun beats down
on the fall line

heat will rise from the asphalt
and the air will thicken
with the promise of thunder and rain

But for now,
all is as it should be
for time out of mind

Morning gives way to afternoon
and days grow longer by the second

In the greenway
old men sit in rusting chairs
and idle time passes

In the evening
just before the sun gives up
and disappears
casting a final, shining ray over the rolling water
the streets come alive
filled with beggars and buskers
watchers and revelers

night falls
painting the scene with a single brush

Everything slows down
until another day has passed
and the city lies beneath the constellations

A slumbering giant
awaiting another dawn



Published by: jkmaxwell76

Hi everyone! My name is Keith. I am a lot of things: Traveler, sports fan, photographer, writer, music lover, trier of new recipes, humorist, avid reader, movie buff, poet, and more. All of these things will find their way into my blogs, so be prepared. Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy my ramblings!

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