Urbanism Poem by Dianne Michele Dumas
Urbanism
Urban life I try and leave as the asphalt turns into the muddy path before me.
Watery puddles and ponds as I meander
down the trail to this swampy wonder.
Urbanism doesn’t leave me
as I notice the rusty tin before me.
In the foreground a blur at first and then all at once.
Awakening to show the decay of what has been.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
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Inspired by the hike from Oaks Bottom to Oaks Amusement Park in Architecture 281
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