Behind my building there are
grasslands with streams running through
where deer and red-winged blackbirds
abound, and the calm of dawn
is only intruded upon
by bulldozers leveling the land.
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The flight of fire flies
Never to be seen
Habits bull dozed
Time tracks
Progress.
The geography and tragedy of progress!