Interstate 580 had a lane.
It was a philosophical lane.
Daily Smile
All smilesIt was a philosophical lane.
You could still hear summer if you tried.
The name was doing its best.
The vineyards looked cooler than the road.
The migration is looking for the same sandwich.
The breeze knew the parking garage personally.
The platform checked its watch in unison.
I joined the pace. It was the local speed limit.
So was everyone else’s plan.
The sidewalk would like a second opinion.