The Journey to New York

By Sameer Bijwadia

Stars are jewels, Although Roger never went to New York. To see those who dressed differently than him As he passes those on his way there, He levitates over their aura.

If he never makes it there, green plants will wilt. He watches the storefronts as they pass, The ants under him can feel his warmth. Roger can see his goal in the distance, But trips on his own lack of verisimilitude, Catching a whiff of the air on his way down. People will never understand, until they earn their rainfall. The ground spits on the man, Throwing up thoughtful rocks into the air. These rocks will become the centerpiece of daily life.

Is what he should be thinking.

The urban folk people can see the tensions rising. Sameer appreciates the next action, As the man gets up and continues on his way to Detroit, Not fazed by the surrounding mumbles of his peers.

“Oh my goodness gracious, That man must feel pain like a warm brownie in the oven.”

Tasting the man’s feelings is all they can do, As the man finally makes it to where he is going. Exotic and diverse.