Charles Harding

(Moultrie, Georgia)

High Rise Dwelling

Time has flown, it is 6:00 am again
From my window facing east -- from my cell
I see God's light, privileged as I am,
To view the glory of dawn knowing all is well.

However in contrast, below is a sordid grind.
Endless columns, spewing onerous sounds,
Along well beaten byways of human kind.
Gentle hues dissipate -- are lost upon the ground.

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