I Walk to Ella

I walk to Ella 
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