Sun high in the sky
Start of my day enfolds
Just in time, and on the fly
Without being told
I gather my books
Into my bag, my cargo hold
Disregarding sartorial looks
My flip flops, my shorts, my tank
I go out the door
With no one but myself to thank
The sky suddenly darkens
The temperature drops
A horn in the distance beckons
As I say goodbye to my flip flops
I'm now moving through the street
Didn't quite expect mother nature
To literally sweep me off my feet
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Sun high in the sky
Start of my day enfolds
Just in time, and on the fly
Without being told
I gather my books
Into my bag, my cargo hold
Disregarding sartorial looks
My flip flops, my shorts, my tank
I go out the door
With no one but myself to thank
The sky suddenly darkens
The temperature drops
A horn in the distance beckons
As I say goodbye to my flip flops
I'm now moving through the street
Didn't quite expect mother nature
To literally sweep me off my feet
