Concrete jungle

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The forest we live in replaced
its vines and roots with iron
tracks for rivers, concrete and
steel for tree trunks and canopies,
the skyline capped with towers
and highrises for mountains,
and along the jungle floor we run
like any insect, treading trails
through the dirt and greenery
and scratching our marks upon
the march of time and growth,
all for a corner of our own,
for another set of tomorrows
to keep the forest from caving in.

(dtn)

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