just look up, above the crowd of weeds reaching for the sun,
flowers gone to seed wafting on the wind towards adacent gardens.
just look up above graffiti'ed garage doors and peeling fences,
above piles of dog shit, in bags or covered in flies, the stench rising
towards your unseeing nostrils, your unsuspecting footstep.
just look up, bats are swirling as gracefully as acrobats, the
moon and the stars circle in the heavens above you,
just look up, and enjoy the view, whenever you can.
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