
A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.

A tree in my way
I wondered swerving around;
my way was in its.

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

She waits for her life:
for the chairs to be sat on;
music to begin.

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

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