A simple slab of pavement

A simple slab of pavement
Under a hooded evening sky,
Across its weathered surface
Shades and natural spirits lie.

A posed maple at the corner
Alone enough to fully expand,
Scatters a single streetlight’s glow
As so gracefully it stands.

The amber orange flecks cast down
Shimmer in the journeying breeze,
Though in a moment all can halt
A painted image formed with ease.

Privy are we who pause to notice,
To feel a heartache awoken from daily sleep.
Willing, wanting, never having
This conjured microcosmic world to eternally keep.