I left the trees
I have regrets...
especially when
upon sitting in
on the train,
when getting up,
I find that I am stuck.
stranger's chewing gum
on my ***
and your newspaper crumpled
around my shoe.
every day of the week.
If I left
I certainly wouldn't miss
that lingering scent of garbage
gasoline, and cigarette smoke...
but the shop
at the corner makes
such lovely drinks
the taste left in my mouth
tells me I will
definitely stay
awhile.