Gum under bus seat, graffiti on bus stop poster ads. Taxi waiting for you. You waiting for a taxi. Rumors ugly. News incomplete.
Sweet aromas from bakeries, popcorn, and fast food frying
grease. You leave a year ago to work at home leaving the warmth and swelling cold, empty, and whole.
Clouded, foggy, bright flashes of constant memories afloat. New and old goals unload all for a paycheck stronghold. You let go of a great city unfold. Blasts of hidden love revealed and retold.
Darkness brightens and you can see the yellow brick road. Prayer lit the hearts way.
Sunny day at work. Ankles don't ache. My hair is growing back. Finger nails are even.
The sun is out. The spring break is pushing flowers bright.
My knees are at ease. Knuckled are meaty for a peace treaty.
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