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.
