Jungle Of Development Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Jungle Of Development



Watching landscapes pass by in portable televisions,
hanging from upper luggage racks.
Seeing vehicles traveling alongside and past us,
wondering at the speed at which they're going.
Entering a human jungle of development, anchored in
concrete and shingles.

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