Last evening you walked by

LAST EVENING YOU WALKED BY

last evening you walked by

a little slow

a little tired

a little sad……

I sat on at the edge

of the basketball court

wishing

I could have brushed away

the mist from your eyes

and wondering…………

Where does the rainbow go

When it leaves the sky?

Where do colours go at night?

What happens to the dew on the grass

a little after sunrise?

Where does the bird song go

when the lark

tucks her head under soft wing

and goes to sleep?

May they not be gone for long-

the spark of heaven in your eyes,

the pixie cheer in your smile,

the colour rainbow song

whenever you come by

and stop to say “hello”.

Despite the pressure of the posters

the work and the long hours,

take a little time

to walk in the sun……

take a little time

to smell the flowers…………

4. 7. ’87