She
Is a city formed solely by cement;
Where green is only found
In the green paint chosen
To decorate certain buildings.
Is
a walk across Central Park,
On a snowy December morning.
Is hidden in the streets of
India and Thailand,
Where vendors offer fried crickets
in a bag,
As a tasty sight seeing treat.
Is the mystery behind South-Central
L.A,
And those killed in Tiananmen
Square that day.
Is Paris surrounded by Colombian
urban violence.
Is much more
than I could ever write in
a lifetime,
Yet one word would do just
fine. |