‘Fall of evening’

Fall of evening.

Large flock of birds

suddenly flew into the sky.

Looking at the Orion

in the evening.

Thinking sad,

of being cracked out,

at dawn.

Children were enjoying

the thrill

of a passing train.

I was sitting at

the side of a pond,

sun is sultry.

A dried leaf falls

over the pond.

I was like hemp-driven.

Naked children enjoy

new lives.

My face gives the wry smile.

Pulled and zapped by unknown.

I see someone like

an Olympian.

Layers over a particular home.

When evening is dark,

the ignited matchstick

gives a pale light.

I was looking

at the train,

that passed

with the faded smoke.