University Blvd.

Mockingbirds mimic, yet I am not fooled,
The breeze-in-the-leaves song also soothes.

Rubber soled shoes grind steadily on the gravel,
But leaves bustle by busier than my shoes or I.

Streets are filled and emptied on a stoplight's whim,
I stop walking until the crosswalk sign tells me to start again.

My chest bounces from my gate and steadily hardy breaths;
The spring swells the shops with hopefully rich clients.

Spirits wither and raise, falling then up, until the night calls in,
Then they soar until the sour taste of morning begins.