Empty Street
The silent empty street last night under a full blood moon smelled like blooming jasmine. The moon’s face red like it had spent the day at a beach near the equator and forgot sunscreen. Calm among the stars we watched each other, gruntled by the silent emptiness of the night. The moon and I had no need to exchange words we simply consumed the pleasure before going back to our busy lives. Thankful for the moment, thankful for the lifetime.