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Green City

Oh, to have a city with no
Cars or buses of trucks.
No asphalt, no streetlights.

And, what if the avenues were
Overgrown with grass?
From Wall Street to Inwood.

Green in the streets of Manhattan
Dandelions, honeysuckle, creeping crawling vines.

And, what if the tress could grow
Up elevator shafts?
Their leaves would grow
Out windows.

And, then I’d live in the branches
Robinson Crusoe style.
65 stories high.

I’d shout at the people below
“Hey, we all live in
this same little, very little town.”

Then I’d throw baskets of fruit
65 stories down.

I see the city of the future.
It’s lovely I swear.
The wind is sweet and the birds sing,
And you never hear the sirens blare.

I see the city of the future.
It’s not like ones I’ve known.
And, if New York’s like the city I see,
One day it will be overgrown.

And, then I will laugh about
How I used to have
No time or place to meet.

And, how I was always somehow
Stuck in a traffic mess.
Those days would end at last.
And, I’d laugh at the past as the
6th Avenue grass it blew across my face.

Oh, to have a city with no… cars, or buses, or trucks, or everything that makes it so damn loud……



Kristin Page Stuart