City Beat
These feet tread
streets behind them,
these eyes
pinpoint lamps.
These ears draw a
bitter hum from
the strings of traffic,
cast the wailing
sirens into night.
These thoughts shape
concrete landscapes,
plant city seeds,
and call down rain
for growth.
Jungle Net
Quiet in the nano-forest,
as silicon wind brushes
data from the trees.
Packets scurry softly
through the undergrowth,
scavenging lost bytes for lunch.
High in the canopy,
a browser squawks its
raucous message to the day,
scattering a shower
of spider monkeys
from the search
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