After winter rain
 
a brand-new penny glistens
 
on a sun-drenched street.

 
 
 

Nudged by a fall breeze,
 
a weary paper napkin
 
shuffles down the street.

 
 
 

On Halloween night
 
little tricksters roam the streets
 
begging for sweet treats.

 
 
 

Scorching afternoon—
 
the guy across the street yells,
 
“You want a cold beer?”

 
 
 

December journey—
 
I stumble through the shadows
 
on an empty street.

 
 
 

An open window—
 
the scent of morning coffee
 
spills into the street.

 
 
 

Earlier than birds
 
begin their singing, I walk
 
through deserted streets.

 
 
 

On a city street,
 
oak leaves whirling in the wind
 
make me want to dance.

 
 
 

Rain after midnight—
 
my neighbor’s terrace glistens
 
in the street light’s glare.

 
 
 

Summer thunderstorm—
 
children launch their paper boats
 
down the flooded street.