People cloud the streets, rain hits.
Work litters our minds, garbage fills.
Words buzz around-- flies near our heads.
Meaningless noise, meaningless people.
We don't care.
Sun fliters through the leaves
a crisp wind blows
and distantly, a song plays
spilling out into the lawn, toward me
louder, louder, higher and faster
I listen. I look. I breath.
And I smile.