Thoughts Wandering

There’s an intensity around here, sun bright squint, gleaming reflections from windows of cars, which honk and scream and sweat and bleed. Where there’s no time, but plenty of rush, whizz sipping caffeine drinks through paper straws and business calls boom echo through the streets, shaking core, grinding teeth. It all somehow melts and dissipates around sunset dream. And that’s the time I take my walk and enjoy the city, beautiful. Where the cars glide, people wander, sky’s pink, leaf is seen falling and heard landing and the joggers are out and the buses are no longer bursting at their seams with faces squashed to window scene. The dogs are out on their evening walk. And the drivers turn on their lights and patience shines bright. And here as I walk along Masonic past the Panhandle, I hear the lullaby of cars distant on Fell. And the sky’s still pink and the rolled up sleeve blouse breeze guides the way as I dream awake enjoying the beautiful city without a headache.