Concrete Jungle

Ful-fledged and impassable, woods of summertime
dampness and decay, soil after an August rain
on everything, perspiration and sweet dew
come September, the beginnings of the retreat of the sun and the austere
hovering above, a verdant jungle to cool our heads
in our hearts, a beat that won’t go unnoticed no more.

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