My Friend The Urbanite

You are only a part of Nature
Because you want to be;
Or feel you should be.

And you are afraid to be called “vulgar”
so you take the easiest (if prettiest)
Way out.

But Nature tolerates you;
You pretend to adore it
because this is what must be done,

Until you truly do adore it,
and Nature lets you become part
of the beautiful, cruel cycle
if distantly

(because in reality it is too cruel for you)
and you relax, because people now see you that way.
Although somewhere

In your subconscious,
Some grit of your true urbanite self remains,
So Nature welcomes
you, but disapprovingly.

August ’05


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