City streets are home
life’s bitter, never better
and passers by kin
— — —
City streets are home
life’s bitter, never better
and passers by kin
— — —
Soothing, a joy ride
steaming, a cup of coffee
one’s treat is one’s meal
Greener are grasses
promises of other side
seems reality

Monumentalised
for the words of humankind
light as a feather
With bells and whistles
trials and tribulations
unsettled as beach
ups and downs, and sideways too
life, wavering pendulum