Many Voices

After the sunrise (At first the morning was clear) The clouds drifted in The last lilacs on the fence Drop their petals to the ground The signal changes; Litter dances down the street With a passing truck Fanning herself as she walks Between stores and restaurants The orange tree blossoms; Where there was an orange orchard Now, rows of houses Though they have lowered the price There still aren't any takers At the used bookstore Stacks and stacks of remainders Overlooked, unread He downloads crucial data For his graduate thesis As the full moon shines Gliding past the left shoulder, Past the window frame To her surprise she liked him And hopes to see him again Above bare branches The third storey apartment Glows with warmth and light The sound of many voices Sharing stories, sharing songs