dark gray and light blue
meet to mix the hue
of the silhouette that weeps
over and across the street.
the shaded asphalt
moved from the swaying of the tree
somehow looks as if
imitating static t.v.
the wind flirts with my hair
fluttering through my lashes,
as sun kissed caramel strands
make thin wavy blurs.
a smell of winter and greens
overflows from the
open windows,
airing over me.
my thought process is
whimsical to create this
beautiful imagery of a
task so typical
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