Commuter’s headlights sparkle
As they pass the overgrown nature strip
I hear the rain
As the leaves rustle against one another
They come and go
Take a photo
Fake a smile
Appreciation on the back burner
Before they leave
They hand me their judgements
Through their blank stares
On silver platters
What does it matter
My lonely thrives here
As the sun melts the warmth
By the lake
