it’s no wonder
i avoid,
so consumed by
city noises,
the hollow crunch
of beer
cans,
dank streets lined
with heat
lamps
leaving me fake
tanned,
while what i seek’s
a whispered
breeze
to ferry me
to sleep.
hands in the garden
reflection + romance + release
hands in the garden 
The ending…the ending does it for me.
much appreciated… thanks for reading 🙂