I like walking over frosty puddles fracturing as my weight ruptures
The sensation of ambling backwards
Watching the sea hit the sand
Observing the daisies shut
Showing their twilight blush
The smell of lemon balm
Going over a **** back bridge fast
I don't like the rain, lest it is a deluge
Mizle that dampens the soul
Watching people too blind to see
The beauty in the simple and sweet
***** dishes oozing with matter
Food squshed in-between plates
Trolly deserters
And the taste of someone else's vape