Cacophony of sounds
As I arise from the tunnel
that manages to smell like wet Earth

People everywhere, walk this way and that
Buildings rise up so people can be
stacked atop one another
Something is available for sale
at every step

A "Farmer's Market" where everything is organic
As diesel fumes spew out from passing vehicles
and the dust and toxic filth of cramped quarters
is flung up by each passing car
where everything has been stepped on sat on spat on
at least once
Hard to believe there is land
underneath the concrete and fossile fuels
and hazardous waste mixed in to it all
That this was once just a field
with soil underneath

And people leave the market with their "organic" food protected
and sealed in clear plastic bags
and despite the hybrid vehicles
the zip cars car pools public transportation cable cars
this place is a filthy mess

At home the people dump the organic salad mix
into a bowl and crunch the plastic bag into another one
under the sink and pour over some salad dressing
on the organic leaves
and settle down to eat with a slight zest of plastic coating everything
They sit underneath a roof that conceals asbestos and cockroaches
and I love the city