The woods nearby are as green as they'll ever be.
Their tangled ground divides with sprawling roots
Inside thin coffee soil. Flowers and fruits
Blossom and sway among their emerald leaves.
The air is filled with peppermint pine as bees
Buzz their unsullied tunes. The forest mutes
The hum of cars and trucks as smog pollutes
The earth with toxic smoke and gray debris.
I sit inside an office that I leased
Last year. I write emails and answer calls.
Beyond this pane, a sparkling stream flows east
But shrinks behind a row of concrete walls.
The city swells with busy hands that feast
On fresh meadows and crystal waterfalls.
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