Wandering late.

Under street lights.

Feel the calm. Feel the cool.

No one else in sight.

All of the sudden the light goes out.

So, I approach with doubt.

“It must be me”, I think to myself.

Not enough moisture in this thirsty drought.

I walk in the shadows. I walk alone.

On concrete, pavement, or even stone.

They see me out and wonder why.

For solitude. To be on my own.

A cool breeze blows.

The summer heat shows.

No mercy on me.

As the foggy air glows.

I walk here and there.

I wander everywhere.

Just returning the stress.

To the summer night air.

I blaze the night.

With all my might.

Gears sync tightly.

Not a soul in sight.