I wonder about that world carved into the wild
Down the street and tucked off the avenue
Backed into a shallow grave
Where the bricks and mortar rise
The landscape stretching beyond the forest
Where the trees and natural growth were stripped away
New seedlings forced to convey an image
A gardener’s responsibility now
Certainly not yours, whose identity you might be today
Given the nature of such surroundings
I’ll only imagine you were never meant to stay
Yet now an after thought
Lives in your dream home.
When we drive by we wonder out loud sometimes
Who might occupy this vast acreage?
With security shades nearby the pool and recreational rambler
The windows are all rather sheltered
With drawn fabrics coiffed to internalize a world
Unlike my own
Far removed from my daily concerns
I do wonder though
About your typical day
Waking, eating, smelling, living, walking, tasting, releasing
Seems though the grounds are untouchable
If I were to walk up to you
Might my fingertips reach out to: interact?
With the bare realities of the human condition
How different are we all in our mechanical persona
While around us other lives seek shelter from the wild.
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