Tranquil Nothing much happens in this small town.
The dog howls and the cricket chirps
giving me the soundtrack of every lonely dusk.
The cat's choreography of every midnight
jumping up on the fence to fall into slumber
with the moon as its spotlight.
And the shining sun rises to let us know
dawn is here.
Reckless Your laughter, reckless, is a dog's howl.
Your giggles the delicate chirping of crickets.
Your joy was the soundtrack of my life.
I never lost interest in your gentle and profound dance
of getting up and simply walking
with the grass your stage and the moon your spotlight.
Your shining face was how every greeting ended.
Yes, you were all that happened in this small town