I spent more time outside,
When Google didn't exist,
Now thoughts are indexed,
Scroll down page one,
A good start,
Hit page two,
Going down the wrong path.
Power down,
Top down,
I go for a walk.
The world is my office,
Not bound to the rolling chair,
Exploring the streets,
The random art gallery in SoHo,
With over priced abstract art,
The lady makes wooden paintings from Key West,
The other woman told me what breed of dogs she had,
Without me asking.
The streets are empty,
The artist is free,
And doesn't own a suit,
The Wall Street guy,
Watches the market fluctuate,
And wears a suit,
There is now naked yoga in New York,
Not sure that will help,
But without clothes,
We are vulnerable.