He took to the forgotten soil...

He was for office late...
So when the traffic jam he met
On the street...he was irritated...
Felt an uneasy disquiet
Within him rising right...

Then through the window gray
Across the street...fully dismayed
He found her...like an alien flamingo
Caught in dust heat bickering show...
His mind...
Recoiled like a gun
He felt he got into his days of fun...
His college days...without cares
Garden punctuated by love struck pairs...
A green widespread look
A poem torn from a scrapbook...
A carriage drawn by horses white...
A rain filled saturday night...
A superimposed picture gallery...
A toast raised...of Bloody Mary...

It took only for him a few seconds
To travel down all those shots once taken...

So he embarked from the car...
Feeling no heat of the molten tar...
Beneath his feet...
On the boil...
He took to the scorching street...
He took to the forgotten soil...

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