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