Solitary Steps Poem by Victor Ogoti

From a tiny bedroom in Mesa
Whence loud speakers blare ears
Out In the green sunny yards
Whence mowers leave less-grass trails
Engines sneeze and yell
Birds laugh and cry.
I take a step after step
Along a sidewalk tarmac
That winds and meanders
Like a long black cobra
Into the lakeside park.
The engines faded
The speakers are silenced
And the laughs and cries
Form short musical impulses
Toned by this ta…ta…ta…
That accompanies me all the way
So loyal without desertion
This resounding of solitary steps
My steps, myself