Life shouts loudest in the gentle quiet heat of midsummer’s night.
Suburban cars lazily… hastily spread their paintbrush of white noise
Watercolour echoes strewn around and behind the skyline
Perimeter and circuit.
Life over-boils and patters out of the engine wash and brush strokes
Supremely at ease and at home.
Crinkling and creaking and clicking
Creeping into the day’s rain, savouring the ever
Fresh taste of the late droplets
That close their eyes
Through and beyond the neighbours’ back gardens, the waves push in and the sky is still blue.