I hear the
hum of traffic
revving engines
screeching brakes
starting and stopping
I feel the
fur brushing my calves
movement of air of passersby
the warmth of sun on my skin
sweat evaporating on my skin
I smell the
pungent smell of fumes
aftershave-hmm, which one?
gasoline from a gas station closeby
sweaty runner beside me
I imagine the
curvaceous buildings in front of me
the shape of Marilyn Monroe they say
I step onto the road led by my white cane
????Serina Lewis
