Joy

Walking down the street
the magic of summer
fills the city
enlightens my soul
I feel the breeze
hit my skin
as I take the
long walk down
to the park
I got nothing
but time on
this gorgeous
morning in July
every flower
I see brings me
joy
walking down
new streets
I wander around
a bookstore
completely
at peace
my happy place
amongst strangers
enjoying the power
of the written word.