I drove into work for an event.
My bike carved into the turns
that only make sense in a city
until the skyline revealed itself.
Taking the South Station exit,
sitting at a stop light,
suddenly the smell of lilacs.
All around me
buildings stand up straight to
take in all the sun they can.
Sleepy streets just beginning to stir.
Writer
This is a wonderful poem, Christopher. The sense of place is perfectly clear, the feeling of the curves, the old city, and oh my the scent of lilacs!
Thanks Patricia! It was the first warm morning of the season.