Using my legs and Newton’s Third Law. The
ground pushes me as I sprint. Breath I draw.
Looking around at the buildings and trees. I
see a gray squirrel running fast through the leaves.

Now I am running uphill through the woods. The
rain has far passed and the weather is good. The
sounds of the city form a symphony.
Bouncing off buildings. Echo through the breeze.

Catch a quick whiff of some premium smoke.
Somebody’s hiding with Jeeters and jokes.
Nab a sniff of Mary Jane’s sweet perfume.
Somebody’s burning; emitting a plume.

Pull out my vape. Start with a brand new slate.
You can buy weed at a store in this state.
Walk to the dispo, thank God I’m not late.
Purchase some Farkas. The flavor is great.