A smoggy night throughout the metropolis
brings harmonious sounds to my ears.
The trumpet sounds; I smile.
The next track plays and I’m a child again.
Talk of the future and past begs the question
of what my life has become.
The tacky 90s keyboard reminds me of my sister
and her piano lessons in Westchester back in the day.
Lollipops and 35 cent chips remind me of 5 girls so Spicy.
Another song comes up, one I haven’t heard before,
Tres Carib.
It makes me think of beaches I’ve never been to.
A new morning emerges as does the sun with it
and an unexplored playlist heightens my spirits.
It is with unabashed optimism that I dance with words,
then I stand tall and let my feet do the talking.
