a car door closes in the distance,
not slammed, but firmly shut,
arriving or departing, one does not know,
birds chirp as they flit about,
they gather and disperse,
little parties of short duration,
the sun warms the air,
the breeze moves it about,
competing temperatures,
on the road, the traffic flows,
comings and goings,
purposeful or pleasureful,
the day progresses,
much like those before and those to come,
each persons own and everyone else's too
another door is open and shut,
somewhere a telephone begins to ring,
a dog barks his alarm,
an airplane passes overhead,
the roar of it's engine distorted by distance,
arriving or departing, one does not know,
the neighbor's car appears and is parked,
the neighbor emerges and gathers packages to bring inside,
an arrival for certain,
a man on a bicycle rides by,
on his face a look of childlike abandon,
this is a departure from the mundane,
a woman comes outside,
she brings her refuse to the bin,
returns to her home,
a day observed,
departures and arrivals.
