After work my feet hurt. The routine flies as a fart.

Sitting on the bench, I wonder where it comes the stench.

Next to someone who just eats snacks and minds their own business.

We're introducing each others not giving any bothers.

The tree gives us shelter and relief from swelter.

Watching the rain pour down is sublime as we pass the time.

Our backgrounds are compared when all our thoughts are shared.

The annoyance disappears when a stranger whispers in my ear.

Wanderers of the common space who don't care about the race.