Atmospheric Surge

Concrete paradise of cities and Land. Tall souring, 

buildings of sand. Scorching heat of the prescribed 

day. Walking wondrously through the endlessly long

barren streets, shadowed by caverns hiding the light.

Always wondering what to say, looking away from the 

people you meet. Closing your eyes and waiting to 

greet the night.



wrought iron bars protect the trees that scatter your 

sight. And where once grew mountains are bricks of 

that same height. The evening dusk turns not red but gray.

Brewing clouds cover nature’s stars.  While the sweat on 

your brow drips over your face.  On sale signs tell you

the prices to pay. Honking loudly on every corner are all

people safe inside their cars. Wanting out you slowly 

quicken your pace.



In your memory is the blue bird's song.  And the breath of

fresh air has it been so long?  Weakened by an atmospheric

surge, you've stayed for days longer than you'd wished. Turning

to the city in fright. Wanting to escape you follow your urge, 

regretting the loss of a future you almost missed.  Looking on 

to the Valley of moonlight.

P.S. I was born in New York And actually love the city, so This is not Biased