Pre-programmed nightmares;
Dillusions of earlier sunsets
And later moonrises.

Forgiveness in the form of bated breath,
A token well-wish to an enemy.
When did we get so easy going?

Winds ricochet off walls and slam doors,
Faces drop and skinny girls fly away
With branches and leaves and dreams.

A glimpse of a better looking girl
But the grass is always greener
And window shopping does more harm than good.

Following just five steps behind
An imitation of a stronger walk, shoulders back
And head looking forth.
We’ll be wherever we’re going soon.

Winds become seabreezes:
Collective sigh of relief.
The chase of an elusive plastic bag ceases
And the beauty was noted then forgotten.

Unaware of the masses, the elements,
They stride along to a different beat
And soon to different homes.