Construction's hum as Leonard grands
Cities stir as Brooklyn Seattles
I'll be a jelly dough almond
Rhapsodizing bauhauses
But these colonial divisors
Walls check pointing
Halls I wander
A sidewalk squandered
By the voice of cars
Too cool sunglasses
These cloudy shades
Under umbrellas afraid
Of a gust too strong
For the ground be long
And to crash to earth
Will leave a brash first
In sight second
And chasms third
As I go forth
With my vision
Across this flower, pedals
A pedestrian urge
For where am I
A question unfairly asked
Evenly from my own lips
Rejecting karaoke scripts
The streets they flavor
My coffee braver
Green signs at odds
Font-printed on rods
They might light the way
But green yellow red just doesn't say
How this compass rose
To challenges I compose
Roman Ryan 