Leaves waving and dangling into my mind while driving down
Scottsdale Road.
Eyes resting quietly, gently on birds of paradise as this
journey takes me ever closer to Tempe, Arizona.
Traffic steadily building itself into snarls, blocking all
roads and coming to a halt in the middle of a Friday morning
rush hour.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imagery! Leaves waving and dangling into my mind... Eyes resting quietly, gently on birds of paradise, two of my favorite lines. I enjoyed this write :)