Comforts Of Home

by Carrie Hura

 

It’s the warm light pouring onto the lawn from a lightly curtained window

The sky just turning azure
Crescent moon hanging low but rising
A few bright stars sparkling even higher
As crickets chirp their last autumn sounds

The people inside are comfortable
moving about
Their evening routine
Thinking of nothing outside that window

The neighbors all doing the same
Down that block of Ford built bungalows
Some darkened windows
Not even home
Some out back, smoking in the open garage…a moment’s silent peace
Even the teenager in his first car coming home
music rocking
All in their safe space

 

Carrie Hura lives in the metro Detroit area.

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