Perched On Assumption

From afar the chorus snatched my eye

A symphony of emerald green

Contrasting aged clay harmoniously 

As I draw near it becomes clear

This luscious landmark is ignored

Hereditary money clouds the vision 

Of those who’ve never yearned

I could only imagine 

The labor demanded

To birth such a beauty

Only for it to be blurred, 

Acknowledged with brevity,

As passing eyes return to dirt

A hypocrite shares his observations 

After just now opening his eyes

Yet now he struggles to crane his neck lower

On those simply passing by.

Clay Carey


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