That City

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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.

It was the care that I needed,

Provided by the City,

Not included in my bullsh*t garbage benefits package.

I miss the escape,

The concealed wine,

Being overdressed for the beach,

Amongst many,

I miss the temporary escape,

I had no patience for the wind,

The breeze, the trees, that City.