Shopping malls and
Starbucks calls
And yet they leave me
Wanting more
Comercialism
A primal schism
From my senses
My inspiration
My thought
High on the hill
Emotions sought
And found
Thanks to Mondrian
Color, creation of others,
Images of sound
Down the way a
Warmer day inside glass
Green grass and
Kumquats. Flowers bought
And trees of old.
I'm hungry no more the
Queen of lore lives up
To Stories said beyond
The riverbed.
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