This city is my forest,
the concrete is my grass,
I fret my knees and elbows
on mountains made of glass.
This chamber is my meadow,
this bicycle, my horse,
I saddle cross a highway
on wheels out of course.
This pigeon is my eagle,
these stray dogs are my pack,
I hunt for empty chairs
on crowded subway tracks.
This sidewalk is my seashore,
this tramway is my ship,
I sail the traffic ocean
on moorings hard to grip.
The wind is my beloved
Who blows beneath my skirt
‘I sowed a flame inside you
to burn out all your hurt.’
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