of rejuvenation

Stray dogs

Howl, bark and snarl

On a street

A pastiche of apartment buildings.

Scent of fresh acacias

From a distance heralds the spring

Favorable winds

Gently rub against sailless masts.


Feels familiar like mother’s womb

Accompanying silence

Almost begs eyes to close the curtain

Listen to the contravening white noise.