A Late Summer Evening

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only because of the mesh which protects me from the gray-black striped mosquitoes from sucking out my oh-so-precious blood.I look at the street across. I see lights, I smell the aromas of cooking, and hear voices and noises here and there. An excited scream of a baby from a nearby home brings a smile to my face, children talking to each other while playing in the street is a sight, a little chatter of people in the neighborhood gives a feeling of warmth, vendors selling their wares through their mouths and loudspeakers amuses me, vehicles honk so luridly that I can hear them even from afar. Dogs run and bark at the same time when they see cats or people going on bikes on the street, and all colors and

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sizes of cats meow or cry like babies. I see tall trees with broad stony branches near the pavements of each house standing silent, but their almost dry-brown leaves rustle softly. The aromas of fried onions and tomato purees tickle my senses. Buildings are lit up with lights, streetlamps adding to the charm. Stars twinkle in the sky, but the tranquil and beautiful dark-blue sky looks quite pensive.Despite these lights, aromas, noises and voices, I feel a strange silence surrounding me. Some silence. Some loneliness. Some aloneness. Some calmness. Life is still beautiful. It is a simmering summer’s silent late evening!© A.H. Mehr — April 2022 (All Rights Reserved)</article></body>

Prose Poem

It is a simmering summer’s silent late evening. All the doors of my home are closed even though it is quite hot — I’m scared of insects flying in or cats jumping in from the balconies — my room’s fan is whirring like this is the only work it has. I stand near my room’s window which is left open only because of the mesh which protects me from the gray-black striped mosquitoes from sucking out my oh-so-precious blood.

I look at the street across. I see lights, I smell the aromas of cooking, and hear voices and noises here and there. An excited scream of a baby from a nearby home brings a smile to my face, children talking to each other while playing in the street is a sight, a little chatter of people in the neighborhood gives a feeling of warmth, vendors selling their wares through their mouths and loudspeakers amuses me, vehicles honk so luridly that I can hear them even from afar. Dogs run and bark at the same time when they see cats or people going on bikes on the street, and all colors and sizes of cats meow or cry like babies. I see tall trees with broad stony branches near the pavements of each house standing silent, but their almost dry-brown leaves rustle softly. The aromas of fried onions and tomato purees tickle my senses. Buildings are lit up with lights, streetlamps adding to the charm. Stars twinkle in the sky, but the tranquil and beautiful dark-blue sky looks quite pensive.

Despite these lights, aromas, noises and voices, I feel a strange silence surrounding me. Some silence. Some loneliness. Some aloneness. Some calmness. Life is still beautiful. It is a simmering summer’s silent late evening!