fir, elm, cedar and maple

When the air milkshaked today
I realised I live in a desert
Not just of temperature
But of desolate space
My co inhabitants wander and wonder
Of greater plains to vagabond

Me, I’ll be the serf on that pristine glass edging
Sipping from the sunshine
Sailing on the upturned surf
Solitude makes no difference when one is inevitably alone
The naturalist in me makes no qualms about its willingness to be exposed
The communist in me makes no qualms about leaving behind this capitalism

And the romantic in me,
Why yes, it does exist
Waltzes to fine flowing Smetana
Hiking through cosmopolitan villages
And the trees will grow over me
Organically
And the coffee aroma will swoon me
Organically
And I’ll be happy