Ode to a Wanderlust’s Favorite
my favorite part of a city is sunday mornings,
or any morning
where people aren’t busy about their days yet,
the world is asleep.
and I am alone.
my serene to keep.
the best souvenir is the city just exists for me
or so it seems
and the early dog walkers or joggers.
we mutually nod.
as we walk our prayers.
silence transforms to god.
reservations for these moments
can be purchased daily
and yet time reminds
via constantly ticking
an ice cream cone can soothe
or sadly melts unless we’re licking.
It Only Takes A Smile 