Solo

Soft 5 o clock sunshine on my skin
tall weeds
all the while crickets sing
water gush
through reddish brown rocks
trying hard to be a waterfall
but good enough, for a small park
in the middle of a big city
nature, almost untamed
like how it is back home
the smell of grass
takes me back to
solo bike rides thru
fields and fields and fields

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