Non-Erotic Poetrywhat i hate about a cityit would have to be
never-ending traffic noise
well-heeled women and
delivery boys, Chinese food
on every corner, lack of trees
disappearance of bees
and me
inevitably
standing in the middle
of main street, alone
green is long gone
no flutter of wings
or rustle of leaves
to bring Autumn on
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