Away from the streets
highways and courses
that take to and fro
from here to there
up in the hills
amongst trees and birds
my mind more still
poetic framing of chaos.
Escaped to a place
left behind all that awaits
and what of those with me
they too framed poetically
not the ruddy lot
of parking lots and alleways
they now blend with the silent
trees of the forest
beneath the canopy of which
life goes on.
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