Patterns on the sidewalks
Where the leaves had fallen
Tracing their outlines deeply
Of many shades of purples
Seen in the glistening rain
Where barely we speak
We just watch as nature
Draws an outline on the horizon
Tracing the clouds colliding
Feeling the brisk wind blowing
Watching for the sun that’s hiding
And has been hiding for days
Careful our next step isn't off
The wet leaves and wood
Greased by a driving rain
So many symbols to observe
Like the great eagle’s emblem
That adorns the high gates
That separates the city spaces
Joining and adjoining its lines
Maps made out of electron screens
Where we simple just bobble
And enjoy all that goes on