Ode to a Wanderlust’s Favorite

                                                            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.


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