too caught up in the business of the world with all of the shoulds, musts and politically correct poses
directing our lives from
tall windowed cliffs
blocking the sun,
cooling the water.
But what is this?
They aren't cliffs?
dark pavement flows with cars spewing fumes,
intensifying the stifling heat of the day.
iridescent necked, soft gray pigeons
shit on everything, cooing gently as they do.
Finally, rafting through the city,
I find tall rock cliffs and cool blue water
and a wonderful variety of twittering birds.
green trees and tall grasses wave
flowers grow in unlikely crevasses.
heat bounces off of rock walls,
cooled by shadows of trees and rock cliffs.
“We are in danger of making our cities places where business
goes on but where life, in its real sense, is lost.”
~ Hubert H. Humphrey
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