Concrete, steel rims, and dirt
Slowly spread away,
Like stars in our expanding universe,
seeking silent solitude.

Still the wheels spin on
Over pavement, packed earth, and gravel.
Nature lays her claim beyond the city--
Beyond the angry and blind.

Here, dark golden grasses bend
At the mercy of untamed wind
And break just long enough
For a tiny snaking river, a single hearty tree.

Here, a spotted cow steps lazily across my path.
He eyes this stranger placidly
And lures his willing cohorts
From their ever-broken prison.

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