Fremont

FREMONT my shadow drives ahead of me in perfect symmetry millions of miles in front of the orange orb of the glorious sun dead so early setting so young the Deaf School lawns are sentineled by weeping willows in which birds nest now the road curls up and goes to sleep beneath its comforter halogen street lamps gain in illumination as twilight runs up the slopes of Mission Peak the little birds in the weeping willows on the Deaf School lawns think it’s dawn they busily set up an animated chatter to welcome this animated ‘halogen dawn’ but the squirrels sleep and the owl on top of Conelly’s looks sadly on suddenly it seems so vitally important to know what goes on in the mind of that owl at the cost of loosing a universe I must learn the owl’s verse