Sorry Mary Oliver
When I am in the city
When I am downtown in the city
especially near the towering buildings
the street vendors, the traffic, and the crowds ,
they give off such hints of filth.
I would almost say that we all deserve to die.
I am so distant from hope
in which goodness, and discernment,
ever existed in the world
so I walk quickly, holding my bag tightly.
Around me the throngs stir in their fast pace
and call out, “Tourist, go home.”
The disdain flows with each word.
And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,
“you have to keep moving,
don’t look up at the buildings, don’t block
people trying to get somewhere, and
don’t be afraid to eat on the street.”
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