A poetry moment

there is a fountain near to where I am sitting, waiting for my food

Indian food

And there is a wind making the leaves rustle pleasantly, but I’m not paying any attention to this really

And the sky is blue with clouds like the windows xp desktop wallpaper

And the money I earn is slipping through my fingers

And the time, it’s slipping through my fingers

But I caught a whiff of garlic just now, which is cool because most days I smell nothing

Thank God they made me so strong