Concrete Jungle Walk

There are no caution signs

To soften our tread

Our rubber soles weighing

On mud to scatter unidentified

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Bugs, more worried than we are

And interspersed, trees are squatted

Ranks of embittered bark

Claw-corroded by our scrutiny

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Like a man, gone to seed

The peanut-shells of construction

De-constructed in stray wires,

Unruly dunes around dirty feet

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When provoked, it shrugs off

Errant leaflets and droplets

Part-rain and part-tears

The same way the wind is-

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Part-breeze and part-exhausted

Fumes driven by velocity

For those who disturbs concrete jungle

Don't squeeze. And don't

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Breathe