beauty ≠ isolated plants in a small area of town you have to leave your life behind to find.


a smile for a sitting friend
walking through the park
in the middle of the city
streets surrounding people’s
lives changed day in and day
out of the country, towards
the city with lights and friends
and the promise of the lack
of loneliness, though you quickly
find it’s an empty promise a
promise you never will leave
me alone in such streets as
these where the only green is
isolated to a small square a few
blocks from here, a park
with police of it’s own. a park.

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