I’m too tired to see.
So, I need caffeine
to relieve me,
with windshield wiper
efficiency,
of this mental fog.

I slip the restraints
of fatigue
that are bound to me
so, I can see
how the concrete streets
in this city
strangle mother nature.

Trees are confined
to small yards
and other enclosed spaces.
Till, there are only
small traces
of that sweet elm smell.

All mammals and insects
hide when I inspect
the small amount of foliage
that I am able to find.

The birds that I love
hide themselves away,
ceasing their delightful chirping
when I walk their way.

Even the stars are obscured
by the city’s light pollution
creating the illusion
of an almost blank
blackish blue canvass
that stretches across
the night sky.

But I know the truth.
This city
is only temporary.
It will fall and fade
after we all pass away.