That City
Photo by Life Of Pix from Pexels I had no patience for the wind Nor the breeze chilling my skin, I had no patience for the waves Coming in, to greet my feet in the sand, I wish I would have stayed much longer, Rushed, Always timed on my visit. I remember the walking path, curtained by a bouquet of trees, Green, yellow, mahogany, and red, I miss the skyline far off enough It felt like a staycation, a getaway Unplanned. I miss the greasy takeout, chasing napkins Blowing across the sand, I miss feeling summoned by the waves, Far, removed, escaping my cubicle life, To rejuvenate, to melt the stress away.
