Memories of Dirt
The woods became cars.
I no longer hear the birds
outside my window.
Should I smile more now
or less because of progress?
Summer burns my feet
as I walk barefoot
on asphalt, trying to live
memories of dirt.
-db
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #105-Time&Grow
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