Endless nature camps for eternity taught me this: In the peace of nature they write of, there are cities of millions Just because they aren’t visible to us, the handicapped Doesn’t mean they don’t exist I wander through the scrub with a good friend The prickly dry grass brushes against my bare toes A cool breeze nips my ears and makes them sore She lifts her head into it and her nostrils twitch Anorexic dark red stems match my favorite corduroys Tiny dark green leaves end the branches like emerald rings on a lady’s fingers They’re oddly artistic and remind me of Asian art and Tim Burton films They’re only a few months old, but already taller than I A turtle peeks its black head out of the water Reflecting the gun metal sky A brown duck, plain, but feminine Skims the water and settles in the cool Little children with dainty white petals and yellow faces smile at me in clusters Around the broken brown beer bottles In cracks in the sidewalk Around the sign: “Coming Soon! Luxury Townhomes”
