The white line’s slipping by our side, marking a boundary for the ride, leaving the lane visibly verified
But the traffic’s running at a crawl; upon our moods it threatens a pall - many minutes are added to the haul
By leaning on our memories keen - all the laughs and sights that we’ve just seen - we’ll survive just fine in our time machine
Read MoreThe tempest is past, silhouetted towers remain - sandwiched between sunset and residuals of rain
Mankind and nature dancing a tango of two, footprints soar stirringly in a surrealistic stew
Read MoreTree lights beam as galaxies bright when morning drizzle shifts day towards night
Read MoreCareening crossly in a blustery bound, cumulonimbi suddenly surround the Sound
Read MoreCabbies must scrappily scurry - for favor they seek to curry - earning tips from their fares, after weaving to their wheres; and which all might be a hopeless hurry
With the nighttime rain wrapping hours ago, city sidewalks yield a revealing glow
Silently Sashaying on Shimmering Sidewalks
Ubiquitous umbrellas undulating, underscoring one's unpreparedness
