by Daisy Peasblossom

Created on: July 31, 2009

It wasn't where I meant to be
The edges of my world
Bound up with concrete
And skirted by surveyors lines.

It wasn't where I meant to be
Where my horizons are obscured
With buildings large and small
Reaching into evening sunset.

It wasn't where I meant to be
Birdsong obscured by traffic noise
Sirens into the night no whipoorwill
Radios and amplifyers blaring.

It wasn't where I meant to be
But it is where I am.
Someday, perhaps, I'll walk
Past city limits and go home.

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