Instead of grass under my feet
there is a concrete sidewalk
instead of the relaxing drone
of bees and dragonflies
there is the sound of motors
cars, buses, little baby
police vehicles winding in circles
Instead of pines and oaks
sumacs, black walnuts, and hickory trees
I sit in a forest of brick and stone
steel and glass, token greenery
I long to be back in the woods
among the unseen citizens who watch me
from their hiding places in the trees
keeping me company in their silence
I told him that I'm a country girl
in exile in the city
He said that the night time is his forest
that he would go sane with too much peace and quiet
A powder blue mustang gallops by
I wish that he could see what they look like
when they have legs instead of wheels
and great dark eyes instead of headlights
He has his visions of paradise
and I have mine
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