There is no wasted time,

As I found out today

While walking down a straightaway,

The sound of feet all rhyme

With every single breath

I let into my lungs.

A choir at my heels had sung

And filled me up with depth.

A man rode by and cursed

A woman walking by.

She stopped under a sign set high

And happ’ly reimbursed

Some of her favorite words,

Middle finger trembling,

And I heard the bike’s bell chiming,

Bathing anger in the mirth.