I Walk to Ella

I walk to Ella 

Misty 

1960s version 

It slows me down enough to notice the tips of the leaves wiggle with the suave breeze 

I didn't walk by a feather on my walk home today
I did yesterday

I cherish these days because soon it will be colder than ice in the city 

The grey and white cat runs back in the house

Doberman on his leash still frightened him 

Sounds like us 

Even in chains we intimidate 

Dominicans set up and smoke sheesha on the corner of 181 like the Egyptians 

I'm not tempted