Montane buildings, cracked roads, turtle moving vehicles
No laces on my boots, callous pathways,
Meet me at the bridge, then lead me to the deciduous valley,
boreal angiosperms direct us,
to industrial coves, smoke stacks,
shatter, clatter, tatter, revving, suffocating playground, detritus.
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