AFTERTHOUGHT

The invisible cold steel bars jolted forward and heaved aside, as my old worn and scuffed clad slippers, crossed over onto the glaring concrete. My eyes lifted up toward the horizon. Above, past the sidewalk, and across the way… over beyond the few roofs of contrasting colors.

Past the perfectly sectioned cubicles of brick, with overhanging shingles, I contemplated. Observing the tall maple, her leaves fluttered with silver underbellies. They beckoned and whispered, Shhhhh….. Swaying gracefully and submitting to the cooler breeze, the persistent solar roar pursued her. Again she beckoned and whispered sweetly,

“Shhhhh…Come out. Let me sing your song of memories not forgotten.”