44th Street, Washington

Green shutters adorn the house’s bland walls;

The shutters dark as the evergreens that surround me

Reaching up to the sky, searching for something to grab onto

I walk down the pathway

My sneakers scraping the rough cement

The sunlight fools my eyes

For a second, all I see is white--

A peaceful, soft white

Breathing in, the fresh daisies fill my lungs

And wrap themselves around my brain

My vision returns and I saunter down the sidewalk 

My shoes glinting in the sunlight

Nowhere to go, nowhere to be

Except for skipping down that familiar path.