The City This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.


As I walk in the city
several things strike meas odd

everything is square
square and precise
andperfect

nature likes curves
nature likes spontaneity

asI walk through the city
many things I notice
are thesame

the same people every day
doing the same things at thesame time

they never change
just like concrete never changes
dark grey in the rain, light grey in the sun

how I wish Ihad a bucket of orange paint
that I could accidently drop

andwatch the color spread over the grey
the rivers of orange
fillingthe sidewalk cracks

then I could walk down my orangeway
observe a man pause in his hurry to look at the color

make him late
for wherever he rushes off to
every day atexactly eight in a grey suit

wherever it is
it needs someorange paint, too.

In the city the sky is tamed
only visiblebetween high-stretched towers

in the city the wind is tamed
toblow between concrete structures

for this reason
ithowls

to help the wind
one day I would like

to let ahandful of flower petals
fall from the 29th story

to lightenthe air
and grab the attention of a woman

emptying water outof a window
and make her forget her duties

all of which coulduse
some flower petals as well.



This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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