as more
bulldozers appear,
cranes
and machines bent on
extending the city.
new trees appear
as forests go down.
new stores.
new families
sprout like fresh grown
produce
from the turned soil.
streets are paved.
pools are dug, schools
are built.
we can hardly remember
when we walked
through these
woods
in love, each season
different
in its quiet.
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