What One Thinks About Seven Hours From Home

All cities are dirty
That much is true

Universally

Sidewalks are survivors of the plague

While skyscrapers have both feet in the grave

It’s not just leftover trash

No what about the discarded

The four-toothed junkie

Who begs for dollars

Or the woman with five children

Who’s only desire is to watch her children swim

Risking the rules of trespassing just to baptize them

It is these specks of cosmic dust, these stains that humanity that has tried to eliminate

With a system that is 99.9 percent effective

They still remain,

To remind us that the city

Is also the dumpster

Where man leave his treasures.

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