The bus into town.
The energy of the heatwaveBlasts air conditioned noise at my ears,While my face glows. Outside, trees wave enthusiastically in the breezeTheir attachment to Jubilee buntingRemains strong. Friday lunchtime sunshine runs in my veins,Lifts my soul,And blows away cobwebs into the gutters of the past. Beheld in the joyful light of a June day,On the bumpy ride to the dusty cityOf my timeless dreams.