Looking at a city on the surface
only shows you one single image.
Underneath it all, a city is a separate world.
What if the city was nothing more than a nature preserve
for people?
Each citizen an ant working and carrying on in their daily lives as little ants do.
And the buses, they can be the caterpillars of the streets,
inching along,
s l o w l y
in search of their next meal, or in this case, the next stop.
The city is where you can pluck plastic bags from tress like fruit
and loose papers fly like birds through the air.
The actual birds, pigeons mostly, are the sickness of the city,
parasites.
Taking and not giving
…stupid pigeons…
The streets are the tunnel crafted by the ants,
twisted
between
and
beside
their
artfully
crafted
tower.
Oh the wonders a suburban girl sees when she meets the big city.