"Sun Sets On South Central"--a poem

Magical dancing rays
Playing across boulevards
And alighting upon porches

Sprinklers sputtering forth misty sprays

Wet lawns breathing sighs of relief
From the smoggy squalor of the day
Retiring behind grids of chainlink and iron

Golfers strolling patched concrete fairways

Intermittent, hypnotic, thunderous droning
Once again descending from above
Into the hushed consciousness of dusk

Orange orb rolling west past South Central