A Reason Why I’m Sad
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One main reason to be sad
is when you have heart of a wanderer
who wants city streets all to yourself,
walking and holding an umbrella to block
out the sun’s heat, waiting to look at the time
hours later, and then hours more,
feeling no need to look in your phone,
really. Having the kind of heart
that excitedly looks forward to moving
your body outside when there’s light
with the constant craving
for clear land
clear land
clear land,
not wanting to hear much sound
(but birds are okay and, if by the coast,
waves are also okay) is difficult
when living realistically depends
on concrete pavements and tall
and short buildings made from glass
and metal situated so close to each other
that they have a rough time
trying to breathe.
I have the type of heart
that is fine with sidewalks built
across continents connecting everyone
and everything as the world is a modern
one now without a chance of ever being
how it once was at all
because I could comfortably,
while expertly ignoring all noise
around me, take one, two, three,
four, five… and later a hundred
and quickly a hundred more steps.
In reality, though, there are drills,
diggers, and construction tape
all over and, because I have the sort
of heart that wishes I could take
it away and go -
a stone walkway,
a dirt road,
a grassy path, whatever -
