Night walks

A poem

Today:

like the first day

of real spring.

I could smell

the night jasmine

walking down

California street.

I smell the shadows —

I smell the the sour

flower vapor air.

I hear the city owl.

I wonder if this is enough

retracing the same steps —

different seasons —

new reasons —

night walks.

I am so close to home.

I am like everyone.

We are individuals

part of a greater whole.