He finds flattende fields
With paused yields.
He sees tired troubled trees
Standing in leafy rubble.
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Morning Commute
He finds flattende fields
With paused yields.
He sees tired troubled trees
Standing in leafy rubble.
He gestures at the greenish grass
"It seems to lack panache? "
He cuts through coughing cities
Curious about the crying.
He gets off the triumphantly tiring train
Yawning in the morning rain.