during rush hour gridlock, as I inhaled motorists'
tobacco smoke and engine exhaust.
Twisted my ring, vowed to hang up the key,
trade my lead foot for a flat foot experience.
Swapped my speedometer for a pedometer,
raised my metabolism, lowered my blood pressure
racked up the miles, added more smiles.
Not missing the highway din, weaving out and in.
Enjoying my excursions and all the diversions.
Discoveries abound: curb appeal is money found.