Weather Change

The air no fresh, free what a ride

A city scape I go about my grin so wide

A breeze, no time or need to dash

I let the lights pass, and go on the green

Winters feet still on the street as black bergs

Finally succumbs to the rays light

I still waiting to shed some layers

It feels cold because I have tasted

Afternoon warmth on my black nylon legs

My fingers cold, but soon, the wind

Warm no layers or caps.

No destination or trip to plan

Just out and back again because

That’s the most fun thing on roads


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