Towards the right
A delight
But the light that reflected off it
It blinds me
The people rest
However they may
In a singular fashion
The crows gathered in more than 1
They shuffle
We co-exist
I think the branches fell
With its falling it made a sound
That went along so well with
The wind that became notes
Through the miniature holes up above punctured into the rustling trees
Commuting past me
The people
I don’t remember a single face
The people I had passed by today
I had already forgotten
Under a shaded bench
I asked my friend
If she was doing fine
I wanted to know
But only until I decided it was time to go
The meter was running afterall
I had to return what I had borrowed
I’m sorry
My feet carries me
And it is my feet that I will follow