A walk alone on a hill green with fur,
No trees, no obstructions, just the expanse
Of a smooth blue above and a slight sun
Singing with the satiated wind,
Would be enough to get me back to
The black of buildings, buses, subways,
Smog, fastfood, rude faces, deadlines,
Bosses, rat races, blood pressure,
Bombings, and the news.
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