will you?

Will you take ten seconds, feel down into the murk and depth of your day, sense the early evening breeze as it softens your skin and with your swatch of hair does play, watch these rush-hour drivers  

 

and how their motorcars sprint like hounds at the track along bustling Baltimore way, hear the sounds  of engines revving and car doors slamming while tinny rap music pounds like a faraway
jack hammer

 

somewhere behind your bare-bones metal chair, and yet as much as you scorn it's raw primitive nature, you can't deny that your body right here in the cool evening air is beginning to awaken 
and sway?