porch twilight

it's just before dark, light enough to see clearly enough across the street at the yellow house porch but gittin dark soon.

i have friends. we had dinner at takosushi. i have a husband. he is nise. and he is not here. but it is his porch i sit and look at the light blue sky with some pink in it with dark green treens framing the pieces of sky i can see.

there is noise in the yard that sounds like either bird wings or a closer bug. past that sound is the traffic going across on walton way.

i used to be that traffic. for over ten years i passed hurriedly, on my way to baby bransford.

now i slowly amble down walton way when i turn right on highland, awaiting my driveway in a meaningful and cautious fashion. as i am want to do.