There’s a wildness to a city
that wilderness doesn’t have
In closeness—an isolation
as tenants stalk their paths
The repetition of wanton avarice
pits dog and dog upon dog
The knife edge of the skyscrapers
cutting the residents into cogs
There’s a fierceness to the streets
the rockiest trail can never match
A menace looms inside their shadows
impossible to catch
Hidden death within the gridlock
as nature disappears
A violence calling from within
—only city dwellers hear
(Train To White River Junction: March, 2018)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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On a sunny day a City can be fun to visit - and then it closes in and becomes an overcrowded jail....... oh back to the country........
Yes, it's when they overload the senses that we're most vulnerable.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks so much Hood, I'm glad it resonated. Thanks for
reading.
Kurt
Kurt,
A metaphorically rich write which I enjoyed reading! It did make me think of that “rat race”!
You’re so spot on with your response to Lorna’s comment!
We are “most vulnerable when they overload the senses”! We do need to distance ourselves from that city’s wildness if we want to survive...intact!
~Laura~
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