Perception

The pounding of feet, clack-boom, clack-boom,

The dogs, with strawberry tongues, wagging their tails at passerby,

The blooms, wafting into the streets, enchanting the wind,

The espresso, ice-cold on my tongue, sending shivers through my body,

The shoes, squishy with sweat, leading me forever onwards,

The city’s life, breath.

The pounding of hearts, buh-bum, buh-bum,

The cars, wobbling over cobblestones, sending smoke clouds into the air,

The bookshop, full of fresh print, smelling of history, knowledge,

The wind, repressing the warmth, forcing its purity down my throat,

The sun, pouring through the sky, beats down on my hair, my skin,

Ears, Eyes, Nose, Mouth, Hands.

The pounding of heat, swish-bam, swish-bam,

The birds, floating ever upwards, into the noontime sun,

The river, consistent in current, projecting outwards its sour scent,

The water, light and smooth, cleansing my body, my mind,

The bricks, rough and weathered, establishing structure along the winding streets, 
All weaving together in Georgetown.