
Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.

Windiest city:
clouds sweeping to fare me well,
dog chases the car.

Alone, two large weeds
leaning into each other—
on top of the world.

Stands the mighty oak
under the scorching sunshine
sprinkling shade on me.

Treading new pathways,
slipping into adventure:
dried leaves on old rocks.

Quiet urban streets;
burrow-worthy, sun-kissed, trees—
city teems with life.