The wind blows
soft but loud
enough to make your hair whip
in your face
like you’re in a convertible
in a film.
Cars race
down the road
passing all life
leaving it all in its dust
behind.
The crunch of leaves
under high schoolers’ feet
as the gossip pours out of their mouths
like a child
whooshes down a slide.
The lights beat down
and flicker
occasionally on the
joggers, walkers, strollers
on the road below it.
