Ash on the wind, nobody’s naming names; neither the drive-thru voice that takes my order nor the divine can be clearly understood. Bleak is the arbor, pungent the homeless; apples for apples, a fool’s swap; never write down your password. Left lane closed, stonecraft asks patience; an athlete’s shoe, many covet it; the wise are full of loathing. Tick harbors pathogens, bull’s-eye rash; who trusts will be deceived; one in five goes undiagnosed. Summer in the city, girl out of college cannot install the A/C; three dollars to withdraw cash. Long the line for coffee, great my need; the shaven adepts seat their gods in grain; no right turn on red. North wind, trees bow down; gaily skitters the Juicy Juice carton; a car alarm is no sign of theft. Fresh out the kitchen is the remix, strong the noise of the ambulance bay; pull out slow until you can see.
