Look who did I meet
In the street
Where street racers’ engines roar,
As if our town is their private floor
Look who did I meet
In the street
Where street racers’ engines roar,
As if our town is their private floor
A simple trip to the city center
Where otherwise crowds would enter,
Is a pleasant diversion for my persona
First time since corona
Since corona days,
People produce more home trash
Citizens adopt containers, nowadays,
To take care of their street’s trash
@D
After 8 pm, the young rule
Showing off their motor vehicles,
To them a classic tool,
When riding their circles
@
One of Winter’s joys:
The familiar, huge celestial body,
Though the council deploys
A good lantern system for everybody
@D
Thirty years ago, today’s heat would be called intense
Multitudes of tourists, vehicles, wasps
Discomfort that clasps
Leaving the city center was a relief, in a sense
Even when a performance did speak to the sense
@D
Great day for the outdoors
Sun shining through thin clouds
Around this city I know the ins & outs
Fields, waters, sands, moors
@D