The fierce midday sun rules the street, shadows <br />are packed, many layers thick, in arcades and <br />doorways, a dense, a dark mass of abstraction <br />waiting for the sun to move westerly; and as it <br />does shadows become less opaque and begin <br />occupying the street’s eastside, slowly at first, <br />but with resolve to defeat, yet again, the sun. <br />A cat comes out from a yard, yawns and surveys <br />its domain, a cur barks, a door opens; dog chases <br />moggy, which runs and hides under a parked car. <br />As evening approaches, light and shadows mingle <br />becomes one, there is peace on earth, a bell tinkle, <br />a mild breeze respires as angels cross the sky and <br />all is well… for now<br /><br />jan oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/midday-sun/
