Concrete Jungle Walk

There are no caution signs

To soften our tread

Our rubber soles weighing

On mud to scatter unidentified


Bugs, more worried than we are

And interspersed, trees are squatted

Ranks of embittered bark

Claw-corroded by our scrutiny


Like a man, gone to seed

The peanut-shells of construction

De-constructed in stray wires,

Unruly dunes around dirty feet


When provoked, it shrugs off

Errant leaflets and droplets

Part-rain and part-tears

The same way the wind is-


Part-breeze and part-exhausted

Fumes driven by velocity

For those who disturbs concrete jungle

Don't squeeze. And don't