there is no nature in the city
though you search hard to find it
of a crabgrass growing through the pavement crack
it isn't enveloping
as every turn around the Han river is
where motorcycles intrude
instead of trees invading
litter boxes along curbs
as Gerritsen Creek became Marine Park
nature cannot substitute for itself
without repercussions
art cannot imitate landscape
only instinct can help a bird fly
and the wind never cries "Mary."
the art instructor may fail me
without changing one red brick of schoolhouse
or fire hydrant outside my window
i even have to close this poem
to be one with the Tao
3-25-14
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