Pine needles dance with the wind
To taunt me,      
Bushes crowned with lilacs breathe sweetness
To ****** me,
Rubber wheels rolling over rails screech to a halt
To rebuke me,
Plastic soles burrow into wet cement
To leave a trail,
Pray I may retrace it –
At sunset,      
To bury my face
In the bosoms of flowers,
And dance with the wind