past the boroughs
and the busy streets.
the suburban lifestyle
he screams of defeat.
past the sorrows,
and away from concrete
the drops of rain (like his eyes)
followed from the backseat.
in the foliage
at the farmer's street
an apple, blueberries, a cart!
he jumped to his feet.
in the solace
through the plants of wheat
the first rays of sun
he slowly felt complete.
from thrashing limbs
to resting knees,
for sanity's sake
all it took
was a change of scenes.