A Seclude: Downtown

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A city enveloped

Submitted: February 02, 2008

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I came to where the crawdads once met, where the water trickled down slabs of stacked rocks, where they hid and rejoiced in peace. Now (*) this is a river construction site with long tubes carrying water from an unknown underground aquifer. Soon this will be extended and decorated; tourists will stomp and litter the sidewalks where dirt used to give home to life. Bleak concrete will snake around this city and choke the serenity nature blessed it with.

Until final touches are made, I will stumble over loose rocks to sit before the calming ebb of this man-made river. That bike cop can stare all he wants; I do no harm in attempting to beautify my surroundings with words. He cannot arrest me for enjoying this world as it is and not through any device like he and half the known population do. I won't be bitter though, because I know out there amongst trees and calm breezes, meaning can be found. Stooping over me will do no service, I'll excuse you. Go patrol and find nothing but those fast wind gusts on your face as you pedal along for action. As for me, I'm complete and afloat on my way down that river bend.

(* The ground is scattered with craw-claws, quaint, flawlessly sprinkled around the earth to crunch with each stepfall. Squirrels come to munch off the shell like an acorn, and scarf away its tendered claw meat. They soon scurry up trees of formidable housing and sleep in their knot-hole, full and eased. Birds nestle in to coves between branches, twig-paneled, insulated with gathered preening products fluffed to warm hatchlings on Texas autumn nights. Until sweet symphony mornings, they rise to sing in sync with the dawn and those colors painted in the early sky. Our sun will smile overhead to wake unshaded window lives cuddled in cotton sheets over downy comforters. Like me at 7:25, alarmed with tired eyes.)


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