Pavement cracked beneath my feet
Walking with no destination
Clouds reflecting off my back
Exhaust fumes in my lungs
Traffic whizzing by in frenzy
Screaming curse words from two streets over
Followed by endless honking
The squeal of a city bus stopping and starting again
The occasional do you have a smoke you could spare
Waves smiles and how are you todays from strangers
That treat me better than family I've known all my life
Sirens in the distance
Always those sirens
Church bells chiming the hour from over queensway area
These are the wonders of a downtown adventure
Waiting until six in the afternoon
Because I've waited all week for this
And I'm going to soak it up
As best I can
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Poetry Book 2
Poésiejust a bunch of poetry, started january of 2020. we'll see how far it takes us. I basically just post random ass poems I create, not in any promised order. it just happens. this is book two - I stopped book one after one hundred poems. I think I'll...
