poetry

sitting in this cube farm,

the steady buzz of conversation

beating at my walls of solitude,

i try to find the poetry.

 

is it in the view of man’s

concretization of nature which

stands tall and proud in the windows?

or maybe with the groups consuming

processed food delivered

by science? or in the sky if i

could only see through the haze?

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