boring poem for a boring walk home

the streams from the water drain leaks shimmer dazzlingly down the road like the twinkling of gold dust

the light transforms to a mint tinted shade as it passes through the translucent plastic walls of the walkway

I walk at a brisk pace all the way home so my exposure to the sun is brief

I spy the neighbour downstairs that I've never seen before

and im sure they haven't seen me before neither

it's a dull day, it's a dull one for sure

and this feeling does not get any duller

the cars driving from and to sound like distant tidal waves

crashing and rising and falling and passing through

hey man, im going home too

you don't hear me crashing through the wind about it