Sounds of nature echo around me,
bouncing off falling leaves,
thin wisps of clouds.
Masked by man-made objects
and nearby technology hums.
Nirvana plays in the distance,
no doubt a father working in his den.
Mesmerizing fields of green
minimized to a foot of space
to accomodate
concrete and bitumen,
to keep feet and cars clean.
Dirt is a nuisance
scrubbed from the floors in seconds.
No room for mess
in this urban abyss.
Rows of houses
straight lines.
Perfect unison to each other.
Uniqueness has no place here.
Equality comes easy
in the same place
with the same door;
a different generation
than the one before.