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By blakey Date: 2007 May 04 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.04.18.34.16102]] |
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A sleepy horizon opens its eye Acknowledging the gift of yet one more try Urban farmers armed not with pitchforks or hoes Cell phones and laptops are tools they chose Concrete cornstalks reach for the sky Brimming with dreams of those who walk by Exoskeleton cabbies zip to and fro Safety concerns of others, I don’t think so Creepy-crawly life forms wonder around Eking out existence within civilized bounds A mind-numbing tempo alters its form From millions of feet, to blues from a horn Sinful aromas slowly fill the night air Ginger, garlic and chervil accent the fare As darkness befalls this exotic plantation To return is a must, but not for vacation |