I stride freely, swing my arms high,
Breathe deeply, wave at Orion in the sky.
The road is clean and clear, no traffic snarls
No blaring horns, only a barn owl’s calls.

The dust has dettled, the smog is gone,
The beribboned roads lead me on.
The highways are shining coloured bands–
The city uses to greet, shake hands
With the suburbs.

Once a lone truck trundles by
Then I’m alone again with thr earth and sky.