Minty fresh breath with a touch of honey
from a bland tea long forgotten lingers
on my tongue as I make my exit
in hopes of finding greasy nourishment.
Music blasts through headphones but
it cannot overpower the sound of
the birds who serenade me
the sweetest of love songs.
Lucky me, trash day passed a few days ago.
Breathing deep, frigid air fills my nostrils and
my lungs rejoice, happy for a break
from artificial, candle scented air.
Cold, uncovered hands hold a green pen
with a grip of steel as feelings spill
onto the paper of a soft cover journal
that holds secrets now unconcealed.
Cars speed past, traveling on dry asphalt.
People young and old, tall and short
walk past minds consumed with
unknown thoughts as they live their own lives.
