mergers and acquisitions

busy, busy, be
as busy as i was
pounding the pavements of
NYC, lost
but raging on in
the concrete jungle i
called home.
now that jungle
is a flurry of green
racing by as i
drive
to my next stop, under
blue (such clear blue
and unadulterated) skies,
riding the clock like
it was a whore in the tenderloin,
just working for the money
when she can.
the days are passing
like post-its
being ripped off
their sticky pad, quickly,
and quietly, and
falling to the floor
with not a sound or
a care
in the world, fluttering
with a lightness
beyond their yellow,
paper trails as fall
sets sail -
here we go again.

~k.