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Found Poetry: City

Building 2

I don’t much like the Garden.
The concrete jungle made sense to me;
a rhythm surprising —
not just of cities —
with immense opportunities
for urban dwellers.

Here are just a few:

Industrial birds, butterflies
absorbing dust.
A future skyscraper forest —
clean-cut, high-tech supertrees,
a futuristic-looking, carbon-sucking metropolis.
Sidewalk slabs
a footstep, the energy of walking each night.

Things that were unimaginable
lifting us closer —
But time is running out.

(ref: “Keys to the Emerald City” by Costas Christ, Nat Geo Traveler, May 2013)

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