Sham Veneer

There’s nothing like the muzak
of a waterfall to drown out the world. 
The whistle of the winds breeze 
to snake-charm my electric heartbeat. 
People are not as alluring as nature is 
with her daisy dukes on to keep 
my mouth agape, ready to howl 
like a wolf for a fox. 
For a reason to breathe in this 
fresh air and not feel like a thief. 
To look up at the sky and 
not feel inferior. 
To walk these blocks and 
not feel like a prisoner….
To live without the weight of a 
judgement there to hold me down.

This is why eye contact 
is hard to find most days.