The noon sun

The Noon Sun.

The fierce midday sun rules the street, shadows
are packed, many layers thick, in arcades and
doorways, a dense, a dark mass of abstraction
waiting for the sun to move westerly; and as it
does shadows become less opaque and begin
occupying the street’s eastside, slowly at first,
but with resolve to defeat, yet again, the sun.
A cat comes out from a yard, yawns and surveys
its domain, a cur barks, a door opens; dog chases
moggy, which runs and hides under a parked car.
As evening approaches, light and shadows mingle
becomes one, there is peace on earth, a bell tinkle,
a mild breeze respires as angels cross the sky and
all is well… for now